The wind struck your body;
In the lieu of a storm
Conjured simply of deep azure
Sunset pinks and royal purples
That swirled like secrets
In a lipstick stained wine glass,
And tipped and raged out of bounds
Like sorry drunken truths.
The storm- it let the breeze caress you.
And your skin broke into goosebumps
Embroidered like constellations,
Stitched stars that told me stories
Of astronauts and spaceships come and gone.
The rain trickling down your back and legs
The way paint trickled down a canvas
Pale and obsolete
And colored it
With the dying smell of alcohol
Sea water and stars.
The painter titled his masterpiece
The shadow of his affections