Pools of Paint

It wraps around me like a blanket The only difference is it makes me colder Correction, it's the cold one I grab my canvas and paintbrushes I slowly start to make strokes onto the canvas One stroke Two strokes Five strokes Ten strokes Twenty strokes With each stroke, I push a little bit harder The embrace slowly fades I keep painting as the paint pools into circles along the lines I have made I paint late into the night The tight hug has faded to a light caress on my back I decide I’ve painted long enough I cover the painting with a cloth Soon to be visited again