To a crush

i want to suck off your art

i want to trace the stroke of your brush

and feel the paint dripping between my fingers

i want to lick the line that your create

and smell the sex that’s in your paint

i want to touch the stencil of your body

and cut the paper with my tongue

i want to taste the sweet in the layer of film

that sticks to all your photographs

to run my fingers over the laminate

and suck the fumes of you and your spray-paint can

from the air, during the cigarette.

Yours,

Sunshine