I'd draw him if I knew how -
Trace the line of his back and his brow
Touch him lightly with a pencil
Frame him by a windowsill
Embellishment is dangerous.
It softens and sweetens
Muffles and blurs until
The sugar rush deepens
To a high that can kill
Still, I'd touch him lightly with a pencil.
Embroidering bits of poetry
Into someone's soul until it's
More mine than theirs
Or not there at all.
Embellishment distracts.
You are thoughtful and kind
And lovely and true
And everything my mind
Attributes to you.
Aren't you?
Roses and marigolds
Picked out in red
Thicken the blindfold
As my hands pull the thread
Roses in my eyes
My hands blind me too
When I at last see his eyes
I think "This isn't you."
Embellishment destroys.
I've fabricated you.
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