If I could draw,

I would try to capture the shapes of your face

in shadows and charcoal. 

I would trace the birthmark on your cheek 

and the freckles (moth kisses) over your nose.

And the fires that are your eyes when I disappoint you. 

 

But I am hopeless with pen and ink. 

I only have words,

and words will never capture the trances you inspire 

when you shine like the sea