Sunday, 25 January 2009


Beautiful shadow, I’m transfixed by you,
Stuck in this myre, quicksand of love.
Where the light is wrong, shading and
Toning inaccurate, I make you up.
Fill in the details, painting by number.
Life by brushstroke, I create you, for me. We.
Imagination’s gift, I present you with a
Portrait, but my eyes cannot catch yours.
Chase, never to be won, misdirected.
Horror in your eyes, shock on your lips.
I blink slowly, trying to mirror your reaction.
The blush on my cheeks is receding,
Emulsioned by Grief’s pale hue. Sketch
This moment, truthfully, then paint it
From another perspective, until the shadow

Is luminous, the uncertainty forged.


Optical zoom. I’m close enough to hear
You breathe imagined words of love.
I could count your eyelashes, but when
You blink I can’t keep up. It’s a futile
Pursuit, love. Going nowhere. Green eyes
Go red in the camera, I see passion in
The shot. I stumble over this word, with
Its fatal connotations. Back to the photograph,
Your kissable lips I’m unable to kiss. Teeth,
Stars, smiling life outside the frame,
Revisiting my dreams in the cloudless night.