finger paint love me 

there would 
never be
enough photographs 
of us so
i took to finger painting--
set easels
around my bed room--
i made us oranges 
& yellows--
ketchup reds &
deep spear mint
evergreens--
we grew the kind of
green you pull
from the throat
of the ocean--
the kind that kisses
aquamarine
i painted our
lips with my thumbs--
used my knees to
draw cheek bones--
my toes traced your
jawline 
these bodies are 
tools
of color--
dipped my shoulders 
sky blue to
roll over the clouds--
lay here in bed with
me-- 
let's paint each
other into sunsets--
bruised sunsets 
maroon scabbing
dusk--
i fell in a calliope
of fingers--
made the sign of
the cross
on your forehead 
in cobalt blue--
wipe off your sins
on the back of your hand--
finger paint me
how you want--
how do you want 
to remember the curves
of my body?
fill me
full of yellow--
smear me brown
& black-- 
leave enough white
on the canvas
space to sleep in--
when the sun
trickles in the window to
pour over 
bodies we
can crawl into 
the dark quiet of
a camera--
the cove
where color & light
are stolen to
make memories
on the other side
of the lens 
it's quiet-- 
moss
& must 
kiss my neck
in this deliberate
dark-- 
rub my lips off on
your tongue--
kiss me deep
enough to fill
your body with
mine--
paint yourself
with the the colors
no one has known
the ones deep down
in me bone's corridors 
i want your to finger
paint love me
there's no light
here--
there's only 
our bodies
& god