In Your Hues

I want you to paint me.

Not in the wanton shades

That you carefully stroke upon your canvas… 

But in hues that probably have no name.

 

I want to be painted

With the bronze of your days

And the panacea of your nights.

 

I want to be painted

With the enigmatic twilight

You’d wrap around my post-endeared starkness.

 

I want to be painted

With the warm glow of my own blood

Rushing into my countenance.

 

I want to be painted with

Your sparkling, achromic tears

As I kiss each one of them away.

 

I want to be painted in the faintest

Of purple, like a bloom of lavenders

That'd validate that I'm taken.

 

I want to be painted

In that fiercest green,

That’d let you know that you’re solely mine.

 

I want to be painted

In powder blue loneliness

When you’re not around. 

 

And when your spectrum runs out

Of pigments to mark me with,

 

I want to be painted with

A lifeless pallor

Each time I fear losing you.

 

Only to let the familiar tint return

When you’d take me in your arms

And promise me

That you’d paint me forever.