Poetry

In blue I paint,
With hues of lust, slathered my liquid anger;
For in color tell of loss, dreams so unfulfilled,
What else do I have?

With red and warmth
To splatter and smother in tints of heat,
Feeling my brush, long and deft with curve and scrub;
Into the night I paint.

Forced be in yellow
Spread and dig so firm, so able;
Colors swirl and mix with speckles of flame,
In zeal do I express.

Fast motion do I create
Fury and rage with wrath I wield the brush.
All ardor and amour to bring my appetite to the edge,
In art I so ache.