Painter’s Kiss

I didn’t know
If you were real
So I kissed you
To see how your lips would feel
They took me in and stole my breath
Your tongue rolled like mountains
over hips and mouth, my everything
was your canvas to create something

The newness made you better

Mixed with liquor distilled in desire
Tasted right to me
You smell like your supposed too
Like a man without an image to uphold
Home-made clothing splashed with paint
Every color lives on you

You are a painter
Painting
wierd pictures
On the cold night pavement
I am a singer
Singing
strange songs
Steaming through fresh winter air

Tonight became a melody

Splashed with colors
From your kiss
I will sing you again tomorrow
As you draw upon my memory
On this half-painted canvas
That we found on the sidewalk