WHAT THE RIVER SAYS..

I hide your painting

I hide it well

But sometimes I just smile

And friends ask me to tell

.

They ask me why I smile

They ask me why I glow

But I hold to our secrets

And tell them I don’t know

.

I’m glad I have long hair

It hides it very well

Your painting fully covered

The one I’ll never sell

.

Your painting on my neck

So beautiful, so dear

Bite marks, red skin, scratches

And now I want you near

.

Perhaps tonight you’ll paint

Perhaps I’ll try it too

I’ll paint with pure rough passion

Perhaps you’ll paint one new?