dreaming of clouds

i watched you paint my face
spreading colors on me
into negative space
brushing much too hastily
turning off all the lights
turning off the talk
spreading delights
across the canvas where we walk
into the spot light
i am your marble man
hidden from sight
being the best that i can
wondering what is right
but i'm sitting here for you
doing what i need to do
tasting your black and blue
in a studio class
dreaming of clouds
but i'm walking on glass
all the tubes and bottles perfectly align
none of them are mine