I’m close to running out of words
but since you always preferred pictures
I will write this last one as an image,
bold colours painted on canvas
to accentuate the meaning you have only partly heard.
Brush strokes form curves that protect from your sharp edges,
you were a paper cut borrowing my blood,
spreading stained fingerprints across soaked skin
and calling it fine art, calling it love.

Roz Weaver is a spoken word performer and internationally published poet living in West Yorkshire, England. She has been published in a number of journals, zines and anthologies. Her work has been on exhibit with London Design Festival, What You Saying, and performed at Leeds International Festival and Edinburgh Fringe Festival. She is a recurring guest editor for Printed Words Journal.