With a tray of colored inks
tonight she’ll be customized
kneeling to a heavy brush
the torture plays in her mind.
The deepest red and orange to shoulders,
cupped and swirling down her body
highlighting her accentuated curves.
The girl knows she’s pretty,
even with all the obvious flaws.
The cold ink crawls down her spine,
she stiffens and holds her place exactly.
The art that beauty makes,
she turns in her visual space
held in a clever night of painting.
The sharing goes back and forth
between the eye of the painter
and the naked canvassed body.
Edible are the colors
that now stain our mouths,
we’re equally as hungry to bite.
With her painting done head to toe
she’s carefully brought to the best part.
To the cleansing tub,
mesmerized as the water trickles down
the colors mix and bleed together
swirling down and around her feet.
Beauty, and her drawn perfection
slowly begin to fade, she’s returning
with the colors put away
standing here in front of the artist.
The towel wrapped girl cannot wait
to be painted again
and then surrender.
