A Morning Thought
I know I am inside the swirl
of this transition with you
Between the zest of
possibility into mixing these paints
To touch the palette from the
whites and grays
Into the pinks, purples,
blues and greens of certainty.
I see us painting in
irreversible tones.
These permanent marks parents
warn you not to use for fear of ruining garments.
We have picked these up and
I see Michelangelo dabbling
on my ceilings and
Van Gogh in my flower
bed.
Whatever happens from here,
This between us is an
impossibility to forget or
Wash away these colors from
the canvas,
I am tattooed with you.
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