My eyes stare blankly into space
Thoughts of you swim in my mind
Fingers poised
Holding on to feathers
Hesitant at first
Then with vigor
Outlining your angular face
Moving
To your midnight eyes
staying here a moment
remembering
The brightness of your pupil
As it enlarges
Creasing into laugh lines
To your straight
narrow
nose
the tip
pressed against my cheek
comforting
Down to your
Lips
Capable of so much
softness
and
lust
the splashes of paint
hoping to capture
Your essence
Immortalized
On canvas
But it will always be
Just
A replica.