I'd Make You Beautiful by Nicole Barth [4/13/11]

Oh, I could paint you grey,

for all the promises we've made.

I could paint you clear

'cause you're still lovely to me.

You're scattered between the field of clovers,

near the rifles we burried long ago.

I could paint you red,

to show you how your syllables

course through me.

I could paint you gold—malleable laughter.

And all the things we talked about,

farther and glistening

with miles of concrete in between.

Or I could paint you imperfectly,

with the fear in your eyes.

I could paint you clear.

It's not very colorful,

but you're still lovely to me.