Torn Flesh

Studied my painting  
Top layer of flesh removed
It's pretty sky blue
Broken by jagged orange  
The way life is
Positively jarring
Still pleasant a moment later
We sat outside at the cafe
In the passing summer sun
Enough humidity  
Half spoken humility  
We'll always find our way
The poets say so
I'm healing in your presence  
Even with your shades on
Held in your stare
Notations in a notebook  
Back at the Chamber  
Conditional
Some flesh to repair