I am restless today,
he tries to
draw me,
watercolor fingers
that mean business
busy on the white sheet,
I look away
by their meticulous
worried that he could
get some of
my mood
onto the paper,
who wants to feel that
I heave a sigh,
my mind plummets
down thoughts,
I am caught entangled
in a mesh
and I cannot come up
for air,
I dissolve
slowly, painfully
until I am only water
that will stain his canvas,
or maybe, I will pour
like rain
over every last line,
and, my soulful black eyes
will be charcoal shaded
that reveal
(too) much
too little
of what I feel.

© SoulReserve 2017

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