Stain my hands yellow for the unfaltering hope I saw On the sidewalks slipping into the subways Stain my sleeves red for the blood in me Mutt blood, disaster, harmfully pristine to still have any Coat my collar in silver for the linings I've come across. Coat my chest maroon for the forests I've wrenched apart, set on fire to teach you to save that stained piece of paper Hit me with grey and honey glint- For the sunsets you watch after the Roaring thunder and ocean of lightning
Rock me under blue for the whitecaps that Sunk your ship, drowned your men, swallowed your breath
Stow me away in white for the blazes which Paralyzed you in the uncertainty and catapulted you to marry her
Paint me a shade And I'll paint a church steeple in Italy A wedding cake in the Bahamas An apple tree flower heavy with fresh rain in Washington State
Paint me black I will illuminate the souls that form your constellations
Paint me a shade I paint a snapshot One brush stroke at a time
"To expand, to gain, we sometimes must steal. And using this, the outcome equates the theft. That is, if it bursts from the soul." -James Raymond