Paint Me Beautiful

draw the line along my scars make a circle and a dash curve the petals, shape the corolla fill the colour in, in red like the lips of the one who kissed me last droop the leaves in lime green and sky blue the stem like a ruler straight and narrow measuring the space between my cracks all the paint might hide the marks make my skin beautiful and proud and for a moment it’s all true i love the trace of your brush against my flesh all warm and cool, all the same the splash of water canvassing your craft as it drips outside of the lines consuming more of the bounds paint my scars, paint me whole make me beautiful and proud once more