i will paint you

i will paint you

and paint you

and paint you

but you wont be flesh.

not a face

with dead eyes

and pursed lips

posed limbs

or acrylic fingertips

i will paint you

and paint you

and paint you.

but you will be the sand

in the desert

and the veins of the leaves

and the rapids

in the rivers.

and i will paint you

and paint you

and paint you

and paint you

but i wont finish

i cant finish

because you

my world 

are far too vast.

but

i 

will

paint 

you