paint me

[wytchcroft]

Drip fingers deep your brush in oil
Wide eyed and petrified pouring colour where the soil erodes

Paint me

Oh honey how the heart is opened
And all the textures of a love exposed

Can you catch that with a thousand touches
And seal my lips with a single stroke?

Paint me

I know you’re shaping contours and continents

Paint me

I know those shades and tones and they're
Fresh as a wound when the canvas is wet

It’s a heavy burden baby
But what did you expect

Acrylic burns and the outlines blur
And smoke is what you get

Paint me

White winged gulls and mountain sunlight
By an ocean of jet

Paint me

Blackest in a coat of many colours
Where the air tastes like a cigarette

We’re one and none and millions baby
Never forget

Just let your slippery fingers drift
And don’t be afraid
Of that shoreline baby
Where the devil has played
Where the angels are wrapped in layers of plastic
Where the tide is delayed

Paint me

Naked as a memory
Naked as a child
Love smeared on the easel maybe
When the colour runs wild

Here a hip bone
Here a thigh
Here the outline of my eye

Drip fingers deep your brush in oil

Paint me

Shake me free from time

Conjure a heart
Beating hard on the inside
Conjure a heart, it could be yours or mine.

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thanks to julie 0 for inspiration.

Comments

[inmyocean.livejournal.com]

The italicised 'paint me' and its repetition sets and moves the tone/mood of this piece. It feels dirty but in a good way ... delicious in that hungry way.

My favourite lines,

"Paint me

Oh honey how the heart is opened
And all the textures of a love exposed

Can you catch that with a thousand touches
And seal my lips with a single stroke?"

Very nicely done, Wytchie. :))

[stoshagownozad.livejournal.com]

ooops wild energy

[reginaclarejane.livejournal.com]

ooh, bravo, my friend. clearly sensual and fantastic imagery... if not your best, one of your best.

loved this line the most... "We’re one and none and millions baby
Never forget"

wow.
:)

[eila.livejournal.com]

Delicious. ^_^

[i-am-nyman.livejournal.com]

beautiful. i want to understand the references in this part:

Just let your slippery fingers drift
And don’t be afraid
Of that shoreline baby
Where the devil has played
Where the angels are wrapped in layers of plastic
Where the tide is delayed