The Drawing
IN drawing my face
you rely on the lines
given by my words
in poetic motion &
on the night when
you are alone you
recall a face of
someone you love
you utter my name
and then i hover
like a dream
what am i like?
am i just a kiss that
gives the drafts of
the light wind
on such a dark night
like this when what
you see is nothing
but a thought of me
close your eyes and
open your heart
and let your hands
fall freely
i become real only
if you still remember
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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