Bleeding Paint

Brushes stroke my hair

Eyes paint my canvas but it’s still bare

I feel the colour as it washes

Down the canvas the white wave crashes

Rosie lips are plastered till cold

Broken by red dipped in gold

My pupils dart side by side

Trying to go against the tide

I rely on muscle memory

To engage in colour comradery

Complete the portrait just in time

To change the picture in my mind

Hour pass the colours bleed

Green runs into my bloodstream

Red eyes are loud in my ears

Screaming for something to just appear

I feel the paint with my eyes

The movement has me hypnotized

I breathe in the fumes

And the picture starts to bloom

I brand it with the oil of my skin

I let it stain my old purple linen

As if this will preserve it in my life

Before it’s put away and I wash my pallet knife