before, I was but a pencil line

_______________, simple little stroke,

lacking even a squiggle but you

you traced me well, gave me depth & Definition

a flair of ink, a dash of curve~ discovered

fingerprints with graphite, the shade of skin

with lead of many shades of gray,

revised my irises until they

were circles perfect, filled the lashes black

until they could.blink.perception, molded my cheeks

in the sculpture of touched joy or bliss,

trimmed my hair into a shapes of soft,

kissed grayscale lips until breath dribbled deep

inside and I learned to sing, tickled my ears

until they began to touchWords, danced by my nose until

inhaling became a new addiction,

crosshatched an outline of a heart,

and looked beyond the eyes until/blinking/wasn’t/necessary.

And then I tasted color.

It warmed my skin until a sunburn was seductive.

Red seeped in and seduced my bloodstream,

pumping passion to the corners of existence.

Spilled blue all over my jeans. Flung yellow

at my skin to make orange orbs that shrunk into

peach pores covered in light brown forests of “oh”.

I heard every hue. And touched invisible.

Turned up the volume until I saw green waves of sound.

Showered me with lights until I tasted purple.

Danced with scent into a real dream.

Morphed my background to a limitless canvas. Created new dimensions to

raise me

from

the page. Invented time. so I could. slow down. and smell

memory. We peeked at infinity

the day you started to color me in.

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