P.O.V. I.N.K.

P~aint me ill

in this will-full mindset
of mine

O~r brush me in colors askew

vibrant n' faintly familiar
n' yet always,
I'll brand spank you  new, I chime

V~oraciously,  I drape my hue with a golden sheath

as I prick the bic n' fine fuck your grief
massagin' over the wrinkles,  with lil sprinkles of the sun's shine

I~ncadescent thoughts

rearrange in senses,  so surreal the mind
as the canvas of angst twists n' turns then rewinds

N~ectar spills it's honied liquor 'pon a dry brush

whilst the image is still blurred, a new-birth you can't rush
titillatin' these tints a rainbow flush,  flows fluid like wine

K~neadin' another layer to complete the sight represented here

though a true work of art is born,  when one nose it's smell is there
n' then painter drops the brush, to reveal what eyes sought to find...