Unfinished Masterpieces
A studio with white walls
And red-stained furniture is where
Adam took his women
Painting on a new canvas each day
Sophia was his new canvas
On a Tuesday
He began by stripping her of her colors
All of them
And giving her new ones
Every minute
He struck her chest
With an aggressive black pigment
Against her pale skin
Leaving purple patches
Almost breathless
She says
“I love it when you use black”
He spun her around
And created lines of red
With the paintbrush
As more red appeared on her arms
He wanted to see more blue
More purple
Until he got bored
And picked out another canvas
On Wednesday
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