My eyes nurse golden brown flames within them
rimmed with purple eye shadows
my cheeks are green like a forest in full bloom
but my lips are blue, Lord, my lips are blue…
The world sees fire in my eyes
I have a Queen Maker’s eye lines
they go green with envy when I move
but my lips sing the saddest rhythm and blues…
Paint me new, Lord, paint me new,
I’m a canvas of sadness, with pain in the hues,
but, if you paint me new, Lord, paint me new,
I’ll exude joy in multi-colours,
the kind that will spill out and infect others,
a song of colours heaped on colours,
from painted breath to Painter…
©Azar
Photo Credit: Alexandr Ivanov
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