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