Drawing Her

March 5, 2010

I see her in phrase,
rough sketched with words,
filled out with stolen lyrics,
poems, thoughts spoken,
but especially those
I’ve never dared.

Questions give her depth,
shadow to the highlights
of answers, embarrassed
at cliches hidden in her silhouette.
Yet, somehow, words fall short,
falter and stumble over silences
I can’t interpret and looks
that steal my breath.

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