the caps of your knees shown through.

you had a palette on your black jeans.

your black jeans barely staying on. polka dots underneath.

a tank top with stripes in pastel. 

this image of you lingers in my voice.

i couldn't have loved you more.

the minute you came in you had paint on your hand.

it was enamel from the piece I had just finished but

how the marks had gotten there we will never know.

I liked it. I sang famous blue raincoat with a shake in my voice. 

it was sophomoric and juvenile

but you said you liked it.

I sensed I would love you forever.

you asked if i was the conquistador.

you are the conquistador's eternal chase.

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