girls. girls.

✗portrait✗

    he begins with a paintbrush
clasped tightly and lets the
careless beads of watercolour
dot the canvas; he is painting
a woman and has been taught
that a woman doesn't have
a particular shape or a waist
size, he just knows that she
is supposed to be strong
and beautiful.

    with a stroke of earthy brown
into her lively irises, he painted
a canopy of dark eyelashes;
eyelashes that bear the weight
of her big dreams.

    he placed a rose into her collarbones
and put a sword of faith and power
into her hands; hands which were
nurturing and powerful.

    her hair was painted with a darker
shade of chestnut with the scent
of autumn; her hair was made to
hold in raging windstorms.

he painted her nails with a
delicate pink and coloured
her pulses purple; they were
the hue of the horizon
just before the sea swallows
the sun and the moonlight
rains on the city.

her dress was tinted blue;
bluer than the midnights
on the sea beaches and
laced it up with a bow of
bravery.

lastly, her heart cased
inside her ribcage was
painted a vibrant red
just like the fire within
her soul.

with her lipstick crimson
and the flowers in the hand
dripping with violet smears
she smiled at the admirers
in the portrait as they looked
onto the painting titled
"the woman who could
never be defined".