19 September 2012
I painted myself in Technicolor Dividing myself into unequal numbers My heart is a subtle pearlescent Red/blue/gold - a symbol of my family's crescent
Due to this concrete jungle's overspray My legs stay primed in matt grey New hues await them when I escape this maze
My head is a psychedelic 3D explosion Pinks/greens and blues confuse new strangers Who view me with borrowed glasses They tell their friends I'm last seasons fashion
I dip my hands into invisible ink Some recognise the true colour beneath my skin Others feel the tenderness from my fingerprints We all have SmellyFingers but most don't notice to think
My arms are stained by the summer sun Red/brown burnt that sheds when winter comes I holiday to escape from what other's pretend Bitterness wrapped in cloth until I'm back in heat again
Overall I'm lacquered in many layers of love Loved by numbers and I can't get enough A multitude of colours fade into the heavens above Fading love paints a new number when one colour bleeds too much
Love By Numbers • Opuss № I