Finger paint my life,
as I painted as a child
Trees now bigger and intricate in style
Do you think that's were we went wrong
To much detail, branches and leaves

Oh Finger paint my life

I could finger paint triangles
Mum knew they were trees?
Aeroplanes had smiles
and way to many wings

Oh  finger paint your life

Cats and dogs looked like horses and sheep
But Dad knew what I painted
And all that it ment
So get out the paint and start again
Focus on basic and not over complex

Oh Fingerpaint your life

It isn't the details,  the finicky bits
Not how many branches with leaves at their tips
Look to the simple, look deep inside
Then paint with your fingers
A triangle at a time

Fingerpaint your life woo woo oo
Finger paint your life
Mmmhhhhmmm

We lay
mangled
in each others
embrace
of exhaustion.
Like vines
intertwining,
my head rests on your
chest.
I trace your
veins
with my
fingertips.
Out of breath, wielding a rosy
glow
painted on our
cheeks,
you wrap your
fingers
in a lock of my knotted
hair,
and I reach for
you
like flowers
breaking
through the
cracks
of a bitter
concrete
sidewalk,
making the inevitable
escape
for the warmth of the
sun.


Our skin,
exposed,
and
bare,
an accurate
representation
of how I  give every
atom
of myself to
you,
graciously, exclusively and
undaunted.
  Without any
reservation,
  or foreboding of
heartache.
I do not
question
your
affection
towards
me,
the shore never
doubts
the return
of each
crashing
wave.