The Way You Move Poem by Kewayne Wadley

the pen scrapes on the paper.
I outline the way you make me feel.
a single line, followed by another.
soon they connect. in a shaded silhouette.
this paper a sanctuary
of a promise you don't know exists.
between dreams and reality,
this is a rough draft. bold,
every mistake without a place to hide.
you become more alive
with every flick of my wrist.
the pen shakes, outlining your laugh.
I drew you as best I could.
ink stained, bursting through the margins,
drawing myself last.
where your single hand swings free.
I smudged mine with yours.
no matter where you are.
in this moment you're here.
raw and real between the lines.
regardless of where you are.
I drew you closer