You are not with me,
but I could take solace,
in words,
that I weave around,
your image;
Cast your lips,
your mesmerizing eyes,
your skin,
in ink;
Drip my heart-blood,
into your veins;
Give you a smile,
shaded with pencil,
light, like a summer breeze;
And then when you are complete,
on this crumpled paper,
I find you gone,
everywhere else.

© soulreserve 2015

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