Colours

I want to finger paint
the world around me.
Put my hands in the
bucket of paint,
and feel its battery
texture on the palms
of my hands.
Before I smear it
on the walls.
With each stroke,
leaving just a little
of me behind.
I want to pour the
colour over my head,
let it envelope
my body.
Using my hands,
covering every inch
of my body,
in the plastic colours,
that are this world.

Shinemyrtle