you know 

how they have paintings 

set up on the walls 

in museums,

and the signs that they have 

randomly scattered around that say 

"do not touch"

let you get just close enough

to send pulses that itch

straight into your fingertips?

 

all of that beauty and mystique

left up to interpretation 

it reminds me of you

I could stare all day 

honey, you blind me 

you must be a reflection of the sun 

erratic with your movement

like yellow jackets during supple summers 

the seasons pass 

rain will fall 

but I will rise

oh yes I will rise

 

like Christ on the day of resurrection 

 a taste of heaven

drops on my tongue

sugar so sweet 

like cotton candy kisses 

stuck on the top of my teeth 

drilling holes and wells so deep

I drown in tomorrows

I float atop of yesterday 

as if it were yesterday 

I've been waiting to see you again 

so that I can stare 

and admire the art 

that was molded by god's hands

 

you know 

how they have paintings 

set up on the walls 

in museums,

and the signs that they have 

randomly scattered around that say 

"do not touch"

let you get just close enough

to send pulses that itch

straight into your fingertips?

 

it's about time

that I ran past security

and blessed these hands

don't you think? 

 

-J. Bright Jr. | @thatguywhowrote 

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