Your body is a canvas.

Isn't that what they say?

A beautiful masterpiece,

no room for mistakes.

Mine has never been touched by paint.

But I imagine the day. 

The movement of the grey paintbrush

pulling on the canvas.

And watching the red paint.

 

Drip,drip,drip.

 

It soon all falls.

And all the equipment is soon gone.

But I'm not a painter,

not yet at least. 

The paintbrush is too scary for me.