I paint Your picture in my mind,
with thoughts that scatter
around the contours of Your smile;
taken and broken once, long ago,
but ever more fiercely joyful, now.
I paint Your picture in my heart,
with ribbons that flow
across the lines of Your face;
harsh, anguished, awaiting venom’s bite,
yet striking, earnest and gentle, here.
I paint Your picture with my time,
with deeds that take
the shape of my thoughts,
the shape of my heartstrings,
a form slowly emerging;
the shape of You.