Your pink
passivity
draws me in
as I outwardly paint
your negative
and positive
space
into the pigment
of my
perception
and then
it occurs to me
that you
are currently
on the
good side of
Mother Nature
but someday
you will be
gently scolded
by Father Time
but by then
I will be
primed by
black gesso
and brushed
by a dark destiny
and all that
will be left
of your
cursed curves
will be this
square canvas
stretched on
the warped
frame of
now
