Oil paintings mixed with sand
Colors splashed and dripped
Fine forms
Abstract adoration
I want to run my fingers over these throbbing colors
Lick the reds that look like candy
Curl up in the grey window seats
Stretch out on the deep forest greens
Run through terra-cotta roofed worlds
Throw myself into a mixture blast splatter fantasy
My breath is snatched away by beauty
My eyes fill and open and never blink
My stillness is deceiving as I am flying in my mind
The world dims around me
I forget I have words that aren’t colors
And as the colors leave my mouth they really mean love
But love is not a word that holds value after years of corruption
So colors
So my purest desire
“So blue” sighed and whispered
Grey, white, blue, maroon, touches of green and black