to ruin a painting

wish upon the stars for the touch to fade, 

the imprint forever bleeding into the watercolors of my soul

mix salt into my once perfect palette, the tangy smell of shedding tears rest upon my nose,

and if your touch shall ever come back

may i be gone, naught to experience it once more

for your hands take rather than give,

 guilt travels through your skin into my blood,

and i may feel prisoner upon your onslaught of physical bonding once more.