A painter

As painted, it might not be indelible.

Indeed people in great novels tend to say it is.

Anybody with good sense would say:

Just find a partner, anyone.

To relieve energy.

Or to satisfy fair vanities.

Or to practice for the one ahead to come.

Which of it?

Anybody, anyone.

In a funny game to play

For a moment,

instantaneous pleasure!

BUT I’m weird!

I want the one written here, somewhere…

The one faded name, illegible already

But still not washed off by lie.