Hand-prints pierce the sheets.
The time has come.
I'm choking on watercolor.
Unleash one of my sickest fantasies.
Splatter the walls.
Do you like this?
Our smashing canvas shall reveal it all.
Isn't it dashing,
this artistic release?
I'll hand you more shades,
abstractly attack me.
Lips impact, a captivating tint.
Hips sink in, a flawless imprint.
We are faded, mixing colors;
splashing together a gasping wonder.
A price-tag so outrageous,
the gallery walkers will just hate it;
but lets keep on being creative.
Your ink is bleeding beauty,
leaking onto the open white.
We should have recorded this insane sight,
bringing this masterpiece to life.
Let your mark intrude.
The color would be dull without you.