Our fingers brushed in the gallery opening
not so long ago,
we were in a room full of art,
which only made me crave you more.
It reminded me of your hands,
finger-painting like a child using watercolors
onto my blank canvased soul filling in
every part of me that was missing colors.
Now, everything is in black and white.
When our fingers lightly brushed again,
I felt the flood of rainbows and stars rush back to me
before disappearing behind me, following you away.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
Our fingers brushed in the gallery opening
not so long ago,
we were in a room full of art,
which only made me crave you more.
It reminded me of your hands,
finger-painting like a child using watercolors
onto my blank canvased soul filling in
every part of me that was missing colors.
Now, everything is in black and white.
When our fingers lightly brushed again,
I felt the flood of rainbows and stars rush back to me
before disappearing behind me, following you away.
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