I want to paint your wrist

I want to paint your wrist

A Poem by Julia Ledo

Let me see your hand
Let me hold the canvas white skin
A painting with a pulse
That's what you'll be
More than a pretty thing hanging on a wall
You'll move
You'll breathe
I want to paint your wrist
And make tree branches from your veins
I want to drape you in watercolor cherry blossoms
And cover you in acrylic waves
Let the India ink soak in your pores
I want to paint your wrist
Sit cross legged on your bed at night
Let you scroll with the one hand
While I delicately paint the other
I want to paint your wrist
Turn your scars into stars
And make you know they're beautiful
They mean something
You're beautiful
Let me paint your wrist
Not to cover up, but to enhance
Not to enhance, rather entrance
Let everyone be twitterpated
With the masterpiece you are
God do I want to paint your wrist
I don't know why
I dont know how the idea came to my mind
I took a glance at your pale skin
And felt the sudden need 
To paint on a canvas so exquisite
That the work will only stay a day
If I'm lucky
You'll let me paint your wrist
Over and over again
I want to paint your wrist
So much
So often that people think you have a tattoo
I want it to be our own personal henna
Every brushstroke a promise
I love you
I love you
I love you
A pinky promise as I take your hand
You're worth it
You're worth it
You're worth it
And I want to paint your wrist
And I want to make you see
That you're the only work of art
That means anything to me
And I want you to soak in beauty
When the paint washes away
Let the pigment soak into your skin
Or swirl in the water
Whatever you choose
Whatever makes you happiest to see
I want you to feel the same as when it's there
I want to paint your wrist
Until it's the only abstract you don't understand
I want to paint your wrist
Your lovely, bare wrist
Over
And over
Again
Until you're convinced
You are my master piece.

© 2015 Julia Ledo


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i feel this is to a child, something to hold her, maybe in the memory...a painting---of the mind...of the child, imprint to hold onto when she is gone from the home...the time seems so short that they are children...

any way...that is how this spoke to me...and it did that with really intense feeling....the repetition surely enhances that feeling...and entrances us.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Julia Ledo

9 Years Ago

I hadn't even thought of it that way. Thank you for this new perspective



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The reoccurring line "I want to paint your wrist" (even though it's in the title which I would usually advise against because of the constant usage in the poem but I like it so much hell yeah, say it again) becomes more and more dynamic with every use. And then by the last line my mouth was open, drooling out "fuuuu****k." I want to critique you so bad but I can't on this one. I just want you to know your style is what I think poetry needs today.

Posted 8 Years Ago


alright alright alright

when I first clicked on this, I was like, "ohhh boy, a self-harm poem." BUT you went and surprised me with the most perfect love poem in the history of forever, probably. And I'm really not a romantic, but this made me into one, I think.

the reptitions of "i love you" made me melt. The "you're worth it"'s kind of made me want to cry. Everything about this is so sweet and so utterly unique... the idea of painting somebody's wrists is just so cute. The idea of a person being the most perfect canvas, so perfect that you just want to paint on them even if it only stays a day. The fact that it's so temporary makes it even sweeter because you want to go through ALL that effort for something that will be alive for a few hours JUST because you want to paint on this exquisite canvas.

Julia, to be honest, I am horrifically awestruck with this piece. I love it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Julia Ledo

8 Years Ago

Oh gosh, thank you
oh my god i'm going to give this a proper review when i get home from work but i'm utterly obsessed and if i was in love i would send that person the link to this right away, oh my god

Posted 8 Years Ago


i feel this is to a child, something to hold her, maybe in the memory...a painting---of the mind...of the child, imprint to hold onto when she is gone from the home...the time seems so short that they are children...

any way...that is how this spoke to me...and it did that with really intense feeling....the repetition surely enhances that feeling...and entrances us.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Julia Ledo

9 Years Ago

I hadn't even thought of it that way. Thank you for this new perspective

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Julia Ledo
Julia Ledo

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A Poem by Julia Ledo