I painted
And I didn't care who saw me
Body flush
As the glass window pane of my virulent and fickle heart
Became smattered in cadmium red
And royal peacock blues

#2 pencil behind my ear and
A feather in my hair
That reeked of simpatico
And garlic-ed promises
My hair trickled down my backside
Like a used up cliche about sunsets
And cascading waterfalls

I swirled, brushes up in arms
And hips swaying in imaginary orchestral tune
Waltzing on butterfly winged glass staircases
As viridian and vermillion heartbeats
Danced a tango across the padded canvas

This is the part where you would have laughed at me,
For the breast prints and finger strokes
Splay the walls in hearty violets and burnt sienna
You always lauded me for having the strangest muses

But I could never really help it
That my skin was fluent in every colour
As I sang in scarlet
And breathed in obsidian
And my amarillo heart strings
Struck a lightning caress of ecstasy

You would have laughed
Could you have seen
Wild eyed and naked
Fancy of my rose-petaled victory
Music may have got the sex,
But art got all the nudity
Tonight I painted,
And I didn't care who saw me.