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.