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