I was made to paint this porch
shades of gray & turquoise
melt in the summer heat
trimming in
beadboard to panes
sweat
and
breath
and
brush stroke
the rhythm moves to the sound of sunshine
as blood & decision pump
in my heart
under skin
hot
sweat
and
breath
and
brush stroke
the rhythm moves to the sound of sunshine
as blood & decision pump
in my heart
under skin
hot
August hot
sweat at the back of my neck feels like
time turning back
stilling the days
drenched in lucky
I was made to paint this porch
