The Drawing Poem by RIC BASTASA

IN drawing my face
you rely on the lines
given by my words

in poetic motion &
on the night when
you are alone you
recall a face of

someone you love
you utter my name
and then i hover
like a dream

what am i like?
am i just a kiss that
gives the drafts of
the light wind

on such a dark night
like this when what
you see is nothing
but a thought of me

close your eyes and
open your heart
and let your hands
fall freely

i become real only
if you still remember