Upside Down

I wish a room was turned upside down

so I could pour every color on my body

to roll around and paint myself on a ceiling

every laugh and cry would make sense

once turned over for my back to rest

on a floor that will kiss and hug me tightly

as my eyes grip the art above me

producing tears that rain down my neck

cause I can’t change paint that has dried

can’t grab what is dark and throw it away

can’t cover ugly with my hand in the air

expecting it to erase itself and release me

from a prison that locks me up in regret

would have to wait until I can’t cry anymore

and turn it around again to lie down nude

to risk myself and mix the colors of paint

this time I will make love to the ceiling

my breasts pressed against its heart

we will breathe at the same time

we will paint the best parts of me..