I've tried to paint a picture
in infinite watercolors
of my beating fist sized muscle
belonging to another soul other than yours
your psyche wraps around mine like smoke
but this thick white smoke
never seems to fade
or get washed away with the brisk winds of summer
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
I've tried to paint a picture
in infinite watercolors
of my beating fist sized muscle
belonging to another soul other than yours
your psyche wraps around mine like smoke
but this thick white smoke
never seems to fade
or get washed away with the brisk winds of summer
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