You may not
be a god
but I may still
idolize you
let me paint
you with words
allow me to stoke
your shoulder
arm flanks
with the pallet of my
words
beg me to stop
painting
when the sun
prisms to rainbows
You may not
be a god
but I may still
idolize you
let me paint
you with words
allow me to stoke
your shoulder
arm flanks
with the pallet of my
words
beg me to stop
painting
when the sun
prisms to rainbows