Maya
you take my picture and carry it through the night, mixing paint
new and spilling it on the ground;
but is far too deep, the black Bunt eats.
pastel is not enough. What future would bring
require more than dust coating and pigments,
need liability, low pressure, cracks in the face. When storms are not enough leaves
accents -
are nice, but have no weight.
Take away the red scratch my lips bloody
and the false blue scraper made my Abdomen,
destroy this work of art, come on, be brave!
What is less colors, I am too.
© Maya 2010
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