Today is not a day for poetry...
it is a day for sketching -
I shall take a blank page and
draw some lines...
fluent lines, like the lines
next to your eyes
I shall draw the rain against
the window that reflects on
your cheeks... making you a
spotted eagle
I shall draw the shadows cast
upon your face, of the branches
being shaken by the wind... making
you a fierce lion
In the middle I shall put my mouth,
making a wet imprint where your
mouth would be... as things between
you and I should be
then I shall draw my heart,
to cover your face,
your eyes,
your mouth,
your spots
and your fierceness,
the lines flowing all over you,
and over this page
which is no longer
empty but full of the story of
you,
and me.
© Yuri Duraan