A Picture of You

I will draw a picture of you.....A picture of your petulant,socked feet. The black shadow of your nose ring...Your noir eyes of luminous contempt...Your full lips that are the curves of some anonymous fantasy.A little too full i think. "Don't tell my husband", she said.

Your artist's hands, with their colorful scar tissue and rivulets of veins....Your musician's hands,holding onto manifestations of the world.....Your self- proclaimed skinny body with it's heart falling to it's feet.....I will draw your ears,that await a question mark ear-ring. And your black hair....that is an ordinary black...with an extra-ordinary history.

I will draw you....The dual arches of your nose, flaring with the scent of a woman....Your neck, holding a head that is always floating.... Your teeth that have bitten lips..... and a pencil....maybe. A mundane tongue that has devoured, destroyed or amused with a lick....or a word.

I will draw a picture of you.....Your jaw-line and chin that have been stained with the misery of a lover and have slept in the womb of a pillow.....or a woman's breast....I will draw a picture of you, painted in the colour of flesh, of a pseudonym, and a pinch of smoke.....A picture of words sewn.... and.... erased and.... re-written in surrender to the thought of drawing....A picture....Of you.