She caressed his face leaving the remnants of her,
drawing on his skin, pastels he would one day appreciate.
the colors so softly spread to each inch of his body, trying to sink in
yet trapped on the other side of skin,
he didn't know his paper face was the real art, and her colors only
like dipping chocolate in chocolate, an overdose of perfection
marble plain, a statue, refusing to be hold, but wanting be held, standing in front of her face
easy to touch but not touching
the only thing separating her creativity upon his canvas was the a grease like contamination
of a filth race.....
every time he looked at her all he could see were bunched blades to scrape his face, a disease he could not escape, for it reached his heart before his face
but he could easily seek her in a crowd by her warmth before he seen painted skin
caramel smooth she was, the complexion of her personality, soothing, sliding, rich with each sweet word
yet she would never bear the next kin, no matter how many times where his learned hatred once baked, said please just let her in, to subside the sweating child who lived in a harsh worded cage.
she stuck to him, honey bathed in her every day, refusing to realize
because of the words implanted at a very young age.
sick to her stomach she can't stop thinking that there is someone out there for her
that he's just one wall away, between rainbows, love, and family torture.
she wished for a day he could come out to play and he could just adore her, instead of
feeling uncomfortable about what he should say, if his family comes around the corner.
that one day they could just feel, she was a warm glove on cold hands, food to his empty stomach, and his hunger was not lust but love.
a day when together they could be bi-racial together
apart of each other in every way.
