Paint

My words are paint
dribbling from my mouth
on my shirt, staining it,
staining you.
A river of
dark blue
and sky blue
and denim
and teal--
from my lips to your ears
that gets in your hair
and runs down the back of your neck.
I paint on your clothes
and your skin like a canvas,
color your cheeks
and your silence--
then you answer with splashes
of yellow and red,
and we laugh shades of orange, purple and green
leaving their marks on the ceiling.