Coloring

I have colored
my whole life.
Painted.
Colored in books.
Drawn.
The Power of color.
Its amazing.
My hair, my lips,
my nails..
Color.
All to Attract.
The new Color, Grey.
Not exciting.
Not eye catching.
It says old.
I am coloring my hair
this morning.
Covering all that grey.
Why?
To keep my youth,
my wit?
To attract? What?
Every time I color my hair
I do not use gloves.
I love the way it feels
on my hands.
I am reminded of when
I was young and wild.
I took an Art class.
Met a painter that was a little
younger than me.
I really had no talent,
but I had passion, for color
and paint.
He invited me over to
his house.
I thought it was for,
lets say "comfort".
When I got there he had
tarps all over the floor
and hung on the wall.
Wearing a robe and had 4
huge buckets of paint.
I said smiling,
what are you painting?
He said....You.
Taking off  the robe
he was naked.
What the ...I thought?
He dumped the paint
on the floor and
rolled around in it.
and then got up and
Pressed his body to
the canvas.
Oh, I got it.
Stripping down,
I thought..Seriously?
I did it.
The feel of the paint,
the feel of the canvas.
I can not explain it.
Beautiful.
The Thick paint was
like rich lava on
my skin.
Now as I am
washing the Hair color
out of my hair, I giggle.
Grey...not yet, not ready.
Red..its just like Lava.
I love coloring.
I am still Alive.