Color of Whole

A quick muse for the painterly.

Maker-made monochromatic
With a slightly shaded brush,
Teeth: white, tinted,
Charismatic,
Jet black hair,
yes, quite the lush

Often ripped, and often sodded
Any field for simple growth,
Cheeky dares,
And always arted
Words and blues
and orange forth

Analogous, I explore

Ripe and supple comes your body;
A primary mix of soft,
There should be some secondaries,
Simple—
Blame me,
There are none

May we nurture this affair
Speak sweet moons
and paint hot suns,
May your hips entrap my glare,
May this ego trip succumb

For this moment you're the finish
To a swatch of bruises, bumps,
Where the causal meets the meaning
Of all that was for us to form,
And the thin sheets of lines, leading,
Unveil phases where we go

Complementary, we become