Dave Cox Poet Rhyme

Portrait

I want to paint a portrait of you
I have a brush, but what do I do?
What is the colour of your soul?
Is it really as black as coal

Horse hairs paint your insides out
Your heart is what you’re all about
I see it yellow, red, pink and blue
It’s the warmest part I ever knew

Your eyes are deep velvet brown
You’re wrapped in a devil’s gown
Your hair shapes an angelic face
Your body arches with elegant grace


I discard the brush onto the floor
Out of paint, I don’t need more
Because here you are next to me.
Brushes and paint fleshed reality

David Cox 13/09/23

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