I need to finger-paint
Like I used to;
Go fucking crazy.
Fire hydrants the color of public pool floors,
Shimmering in the sun,
Dotted with flecks of flaxen
From teenyboppers, splashing,
Framed by myrtle sidewalks
That melt off the canvas.
I want to smudge her face
Of mauve clouds absconding from
A single cracked mason jar
Brimming of rose petaled skies.
Drench my hands in bubbling color and
Drag my knuckles through her oily eyes.
Thwarting a limit until
I add a drop or two of
Violet, milky tears to finish the picture.