painting.

What if I painted a picture of you
in blue
Strokes moody with each lift.
Deep, vivid, lively you
in blue.
And your eyes melt into the foreground
Melted around the thickness, the richness of the stare
of the blue bleeding, dripping onto the canvas.
What if I did?
If I were a painter, and your heart my portrait, blank
until I could fill it with blue
and lather it in thick layers
of rich creamy, forgiving paste
gluing my stare to yours,
my love to yours,
my peace to yours,
in blue.
What if I did?