Painted

Give me colors all shades of Blue

And a Red You wouldn’t mind

And I’d be the man

Chocolate brown on a bamboo ladder

So high up in the sky painting

Your skies the darkest shades of a grey blue.

Or that evening at the bridge of sighs

When the dust rose in the storm

When the dark waters swelled like bloated dreams

White crown like the toothpaste foam

On your lips the morning after Saturday night

Shared a mirror, we.

I could paint them all in Blue.

Then at night when the world would sleep

And make love and blow and cry

I’d climb inside my painted dreams

Into the swirling sky; that night

When the dust rose in the storm

When the dark waters swelled like bloated dreams

White crown like the toothpaste foam

On your lips the morning after a night

Shared a mirror, we.