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