Brave Not Perfect- Formally: I'm No Perfect Poet.

The poet painter

When you write poetry about me
It's as if you are
Drawing
On my naked
Body

So, please

Decorate me
with the colours of
Your emotions

Blindfold my eyes
& paint them open and anew
On the soles of my feet
To guide me forward

Glue exotic bird feathers to the
Chalk & charcoal wings on my
Shoulders
To give me flight

Splash burnt oranges
And reds
As flames upon my
Chest
& sketch a tigeress
Along my stomach
For my fearlessness and
My flight
My fight

Use your fingers
As the brush & chisel
To carve my legs into
Pillars & my knees
Into yo-yos
To withstand all of the
Collapsing
& the
Rising

Mask my face with a
Strong
Wise eyed
Phoenix
To show others the strength you see
That I
Cannot

Dip your open lips into
Both the sweetest & most
Poisonous berries you can find
To kiss hearts
Onto the palms of my hands
For all the love I give
& give & give & give

Tint the entirety of my skin
With a glitter sheen
To make me transparent to those
I meet
& use an eraser
To rub breaks into the chainlinks of my
Veins

Plaster my top lip into brickwork blocks
To reveal the times I may be
Lip-locked
& my bottom into a glorious
Waterfall
For the freedom I am crafting by
Speaking

Let the blues drip from my chin
Past the corridor of bolted numbered rooms
Of secrets untold
Varnished onto my neck

Marbel the collective drops
Onto my collar bones
As pools
To hold the trauma and regrets
In

Lick your tounge along tropical fishtanks
& reimagine the movement of their fins
Swiming down
Yellow & green
Onto my breasts

Whitewash the calcium from my ribs
So I may start afresh
& adorn them with
Sunrises and sunsets
Forests and field's
Mountains and
Whatever the fuck
Freedom feels like

Shave my hair from my head
Dye the fuzz pure white
& razor time clocks into my
Scalp
To remind me no matter how
Bad I feel
The tick tocking is
Not yet
Run out
& that is a
Blessing

Press your hands into mud puddles
Then print my hips
With your fingertips
To cover the tracks of others I wish to
Forget

Hatch my arms into
Thick boat rope
From all the carrying I have
Endured
& use your nails upon
My scars like tracing paper 
To create maps
Of the constellations of
My stardust fairy life

Fill the gaps of my canvas
With hardy wild
flowers
Pink & purple
I will bloom through the cracks
I promise I will
Grow

& remember how

My mouth is eager to taste the
Stanzas & lines of your
Poetry
& there is no need for me to look into
A mirror to see
The colours you have
Adorned me with
As
We are connected

In short my love,

I am finally starting to believe it all
I am finally able to feel it all
Inside.

- You are the poet painter