strawberry paint

(i)
i ate my porcelain crown, swallowed it with chicken & toNgue tied silence. words escape, fLy, doesn't return. oh lover, i shined the giant mirror with thoughts of you, sitting on twin vanity like a bare footed fRog legged gymnast, glassballing reflections of wHere? are you and where am i? blowing sMoke in my own eye

(ii)

on virginal white paper i draw fuNny black pictures, fever painting red polka dots on my rag doll face stitched inside my scream. i bleed black puLp. i swallow my sulk. i eat only white. i see you but gRey skies look like scary monsters vomiting clouds. black nights. no sTars to ride. rain. rain. rain. when? will it stop. i see you but oh loVer, where are you? and where? am i

(iii)
fresh strawberries paint my imagination with valentine kisses of sunny skies & snap out oR die. i will nOt. die. hopeful fingers dig, find both our hearts like tWin birds frozen in time. massage. i snap pictures in rosy hues of me iNside of you. you drink me like sWeet wine. talk love. we bloom. hearts beat in tune, escaping the real, harsh & cruel. i choose to liVe in your ear your hand your heart. i live in picture cubes for you. 3 x 3 equals 9. and strawberry smiles paint your eyes



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