Drawing Lessons

I trace the blue of your silhouette
Against the moody sky
Lest perhaps I might forget
The color of your eye
I run a careful finger
Along each slant and curve
Letting my pencil linger
Where you seem to touch a nerve

I’m taking drawing lessons
Learning a new art
I am my own teacher
And my canvas is my heart

I scan the tender curvatures
Of brow and cheek and lip
Then turn my head a little
Lest a sudden tear might slip
And blur or smudge the sketching
On a canvas I can’t see
But somehow seems to be etching
Into the heart of me

I’m taking drawing lessons
The result is a mystery
As I run a trembling finger
Across your memory

J~