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i smear oil paint across your lips.
your face, outlined in pale brown and
robin's egg blue and
rests gently in negative space.
part of me hurts
when i look at this part of you,
this part i am
so familiar with,
in an unfamiliar way.
the lines of your eyes
(eyes i've gazed into a thousand times)
betray my secrets and my soul;
the whisper of your hair
is the same as the quiet brush of mine
on the tops of my bare shoulders;
i reach out to touch you,
and my fingers touch dried oils
in shades of raw umber and cadmium lemon;
my paintbrush still dangles, wet,
from my other hand.
the creased wax paper on the table
carries swatches of color,
the potential energy of
my pigment-smudged hands;
you are still unfinished.
i am still unfinished.
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