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heavy with paint

June 8, 2018 by Michael Guerin

in dreams i’m holding
the brush again,
my index finger pointed
at bristles heavy with paint.

from across the room
i can barely make out
her silhouette
beneath a flimsy sheet,

and enthralled
by the rise and fall
of her chest
with each passing breath

my trembling hand
dares transpose
her indescribable beauty,
stroke by stroke.

and then i wake —
left with only
a barren canvas unable
to hold her shape.

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