i know that feeling
sitting in your room, desire consuming you
and an intrusive uncertainty
disoriented in lonely admiration
with your eyes shut
painting her in wispy, wild, wonderful strokes
she is sleeping, cleaning, fixing her hair in the mirror
sipping a floral tea, pulling back the drapes to welcome the morning sun.
she is kissing down your body, smiling up at you
thanking you for loving her so perfectly
it’s you that has created the deepest stains with her imaginary colours
but she is there, just how you wish her to be.
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