I feel guilt.
As I stroke his palms with my finger tips after we made riddles, poems, and limericks
But all I can think of is what I should call this figure. So I try to find inspiration drawing words from tracing his outline as his brush strokes my page. I hear riddles. poems and haikous as I wonder what exactly he can be defined as: my man, my fling, my boo? So we paint to draw a conclusion as I make limericks with licks and he adjusts brushes to make us, all the while the two vibe making designs. And at the end of this creative process maybe the end result will name him as mine.