Drawn

I’ve drawn you,

Each stroke I thought “I’m lucky this is mine”.

Tracing your form,

Stopping to stare at your perfect lines.

My art a mere copy of what this world gave in you.

My work never giving justice no matter how I do.

I’ve drawn you,

I think to have you here in my hands.

Tracing your perfect form,

Wishing life into my creation as each stroke expands.

Capture What You Give

Our dark alliances
Skin ready for sin
My will and your skill
Were anything but dalliances…
I’m in a fog without you
The high-beams out of reach
I’m feeling around in the blackness
Trying to make my way
Through this and every other day
And like those socks (you know the ones)
I wait for your return
Eager to hold you
And capture all that you give