You are the hues of blue
that trace cerulean circles on
my sensitive skin

legs touching slightly
my small hand wrapped around
your paint stained fingers
and it's just the swirling ghost white
snow and he ink black sky
and us.

I only knew blazing reds
that burned passion into the night
and violent vibrant violets
that shook my soul

But you taught me to appreciate
the warmth of black
like chocolate and coffee
and the patience of burgundy
blending like watercolors
with the rain flooding our eyes
an we're drowning in amaranth
as the light reflects off our
shades of vermillion

the blackest black against the whitest white
swirling in circles of hues of blue.


-Inspired by him and his passion for art