I stand before your holy statue,
And like a child,
I’ve drawn on you—
Watercoloured
Bright and fuchsia blossoms
Down your cheeks
And the bridge of your nose.
My untaught hands
Explore your body,
Seek to feel
And understand,
While I look
To see if anyone’s watching,
And pretend to paint
Your kimono again.
-jenn long
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