you were a friend, an ex-girlfriend really
and you needed help with your paintings
(i’m not a painter) but i tried to be
so some summer afternoon, you came
over, and we painted sailboats and babies
holding ice cream cones, and in the heat
of june july august i kissed your face
without thinking, we were not fifteen
now we were older and our bodies had
changed, i tried to feel you like i used to
(i got close enough) and when it was done
i was glad to have painted something
beautiful.
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