She described the color to me in epic detail
and I promised her
I would find it
and bring it to her
She squealed
she exalted
she was astonished
and said over and over again
This is perfect
as she ran her brush against
and with the wood grain
I agreed
ecstatically
It is the best thing
Before we knew it we were high on fumes
laughing as we cut in the edges
Listening as the other spoke of her body,
her once forgotten sense of self,
and ultimate affinity for painting
They both knew they were the only ones
who would ever see the mess they had made
They both knew
they were the only ones
who would ever see
the mess they had made
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