BlackSea4ever - Watercolor I
The brush has paused above the watercolor,
The final layer fixed your crooked collar.
Instead of fingers, it has touched your brow,
Still, your eyes seem dull and need a spark to glow.
It ran down your nose and froze by your lips,
Having received the unexpected kiss on fingertips.
Brush bristled, fingers tingled, paints ran and mingled...
Alas, the end result - the paper's now crinkled.
|thanked 12 times|