Today is not a day for poetry... <br />it is a day for sketching - <br /> <br />I shall take a blank page and <br />draw some lines... <br />fluent lines, like the lines <br />next to your eyes <br /> <br />I shall draw the rain against <br />the window that reflects on <br />your cheeks... making you a <br />spotted eagle <br /> <br />I shall draw the shadows cast <br />upon your face, of the branches <br />being shaken by the wind... making <br />you a fierce lion <br /> <br />In the middle I shall put my mouth, <br />making a wet imprint where your <br />mouth would be... as things between <br />you and I should be <br /> <br />then I shall draw my heart, <br />to cover your face, <br />your eyes, <br />your mouth, <br />your spots <br />and your fierceness, <br /> <br />the lines flowing all over you, <br />and over this page <br />which is no longer <br />empty but full of the story of <br />you, <br />and me.<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/today-is-not-a-day-for-poetry/
