Oil Painted Dreams

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 19, 2018

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Oil Painted Dreams

I want to dream of you in oil painted film
dancing on  exhausted wood floors
that sing stories of love and freedom.

Our feet will never fall through unopened floor boards
but may sustain shallow injury while trying to follow the music
playing gracefully in our heads.
Can you see the hollowed air? I look carefully around me.
Soft flowers painted like your lips
hang from frail vines -
I see them fly around the room.
No, that’s you. Spinning.
Seeing blurred pastels and
transparent raindrops reflecting messy palettes
and brushed bodies staining canvas.

You were art in a free mind
never able to keep color within a designated crease.
No one actively forbidding us to dance,
but everyone avoiding the mess that would come after.
It is true, I only dream in oils and pastels.
The music never sang a tune
and the floorboards wore themselves silent.
Goodnight,
tomorrow will bring a fresh canvas.

 
I don’t paint your identity (in words or in oil)
but forgive me, because I wish I could.

 

B. D. Monroe


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