The Good place

Dollops and Dollops

Imagine if you were colours.
Seriously.
Imagine if you weren't that bumpy skin,
that uneven hair,
that formerly rotund body.
Imagine if you weren't wearing that nose.
The Nose™, by Noddy.
Literally,
Imagine you were nothing but colours.
A solid acrylic cake or,
a shiny wickless crayon wax figure.
A rare gourmet pigment flake or,
common ones probably made of liquor.
I mean you no ill.
I mean, you; your skin is as shiny and soft to make anyone cream in their pants.
But, I wish to scrape it off.
Legally, perhaps.
Else, run a wet brush ‘through’ it.
Pick that brown from the lips
and complete that world map on that Jersey’s skin.
Pick that dark bottle green from the tee
and further-mystify the already kafkaesque Amazon.
Carefully, scooping those eyes
and splashing them over the starry dual-tone sky.
avoiding the impure baggy-black under them.
Carefully, wringing out the slight hint of pink
from the rest of you.
The geisha was short on some, I think.
You see,
I'm not transfiguring you for kicks.
I'm not painting the world in you for the idle devil.
Neither is this generosity.
I'm not sharing you with the world.
It's not CSR; A Corporate Social Responsibility.
This is S&E; Search and exploratory.
Archaeology.
Excavation.
It's because - The beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. (Statement One)
So, Imagine,
me looking at the photograph.

And the cliché-printed stars springing from back of my head. (Statement Two)
Hence,
from statement one and two,-
“You're a mirror.”
Hence, I call all the charity back and mix them.
I hope I'm good enough to create a reflective coat over the same wall.
I hope I see myself in it.
Using the rarest of tools.
Most accurate if scales.
Most exquisite of the canvas.
As I try to paint the same picture.
Unsuccessfully,
eternally.