I drew photographs of you
in your buff phase
the contours of your gestures
flood my page
strangling my lines
standing still in rage
...
If you could read my mind love...you'd know
I want to go in my lab
make you the perfect potion
to cheer you every day
...
We all cry returning ashes
Blubber bluebirds under breath
Asking everything of nothing
naming names for claiming fame
...
What Drew Me To Your Lines
I drew photographs of you
in your buff phase
the contours of your gestures
flood my page
strangling my lines
standing still in rage
We are in love
co-mingled with each other's
gist.....and wafting
like a poltergeist