Blush

Blushed
Painting me with the softest brush
Blessed and caressed
By your numinous touch

But soon I'll dry
And my vibrancy will die
But you will still make me blush
Even when I'm buried in the dust

The time you smudged my left hand
You were so upset
But it's okay
I'm yours this way

Someday you will forget me
With the other paintings
But when you find me
I'll always blush under the dust