She is Art

She is watercolor’s faint blush seeping into flesh
She is the bold stroke of charcoal that cannot be erased
She leaves bits of herself, like crumbs of pastel, a trail to home
She moves in oily colors, giving shape and texture to dreams
She is the keen-edged blade, carving out truth
She is a set of finger tips, reaching into the slip,
coaxing heart open and drawing up to ___

October 16, 2014

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