My artist lover

I want to wake up and find my body, in the light of midmorning, covered in haphazard streaks and smudges of all colors

Salmon, jade, ivory, and pewter, marigold, navy, and camel

I want to open my eyes and see the canvas we destroyed and I want to feel terrible about it

and I want you to hang it up and give it some badass name in some fancy museum.