Brush Strokes

She was the brush strokes
Painted in every shade of gray
With defining lines
That had no end
Every curve and every line
Was a piece of her soul
Waiting to be defined.

Oil stained lips
In shades of plum
Eyes that sparked
Against the canvas
Could not be undone

Running fingertips
Against the grain
Touching her colors
Drives a crazy man sane

@inkwellwriter5

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