*to whomever paints it, colors me theirs*

*to whomever paints it, colors me theirs*

by Lee "Bridgett" Harrington

across a dream

crossed by screams

I call for you to ride away from your complacency

Ride the waterways of my body

My veins

Your hands stern but soft would row the way

Along my valley

Waters

Lakes

Streams

Past the rapids of my heart

Into the vast ocean of my soul

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let me sing your mind

your tongue

paint my sweat upon your brow

bind you in my acrylics

watercolors

pastels

or the lyrics of my life

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be my palette

let me brush you across my body

let my skin

tell the talesof our loving

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the roofs here are blood brown

colors of stagnancy in a sunset

sunrise paintbox

we shall paint our house purple red

fuchsia white

and let our children know

all the colors of creation

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let me not be watercolor to wash off

let me be your india ink

***

blending blurring knotting swirling

painting a dreamalong the waterways of our life