Paint the lips
 

Where your lips can lie.
 

Paint the back
 

Where your hand can rest.
 

Paint the hand
 

That can join your hand.
 

Paint the arms
 

You can fall in.
 

Paint all this
 

And call it with my name.
 

I’ll try to be
 

As perfect as you paint.
 

And then paint the eyes
 

That will never see
 

How wonderful
 

The painting you made
 

Is.