When I paint
My mind wanders
To unattainable goals...
You collect my hands
Like butterflies caught in a net

Coated in acrylic and primer
You brush my cheek with a kiss
And spin me around...
Garage dancing
In oil stains and spilled semigloss
To static on the radio

And I wonder
Why I still search for stars
When I have the compass to the moon

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