this painting belongs to you

The fan's rotating beats
hang with my attention,
here I am
thoughts wrapped around you.
These empty beer bottles and
my slight haziness taking blame
for this ache-
and my
numb thoughts.

Outside it’s raining and a cool
breeze carries aromas
of a distant farm
against my bareness,
keeping me dull-
still

and I feel like I’m a brush stroke
hanging on your wall.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you use words. Good visions create by the description. I like the way you led the reader into thoughts and places. Felt like a whisper of a wild dance. I like the ending a lot.
"and I feel like I’m a brush stroke
hanging on your wall. "
Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote