I came into the room
and he was there
Painting
the walls, the window was open
And light mixed perfectly with the yellow
He said
Take off your shoes
And they were off--- the furniture had been moved
And we’re barefoot on the tan carpet
He takes the paint and writes
US
On the wall in yellow
I can feel
The carpet under my feet
There’s room to run--- I rub my hand
against the word, and it’s gone
I rub my hand on his arm
And it’s gone
Blended in with the wall, and he spreads
paint through my hair
and splatters it across my face and clothes
And I splatter back
picking up paint and flinging it
soft at first, then harder and harder
Until we cannot see each other any more
And he only sees me against the white of the door
as I walk away to clean up
And go home