You can spend hours trying to draw someone,
the brilliant evergreen around their pupils
Kissed by hues of brown breaking in through the retina
with particular detail to every eye lash, each distinct hair
Like a moment in life, all coming together to form the
sundress dancing around their eyelids
And the shadows, changing instantly with every
uncontrollable twitch, contoured to cream skin
Force your hand into a stutter,
and change the very mirror of perfection you had set out to create.
Undoubtedly your lips know more than your hands, having
skipped through the landscape your hands have only skimmed,
Every nerve tip a paintbrush, and every whisper
a maestro to his masterpiece, a quartet played through
The soft breaths exchanged by two canvasses,
details your fingers could never appropriate into color.
Art imitating life, down the road where two paths
converge, framing the sunset crimson.
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