“If I could draw you

I’d draw you in charcoal, I’d

like the smear of it,

the way it gets on me, too

I’d like the inexactness of it, 

the way it leaves you open

for interpretation, for

the imprint of my own emotion.

But I can’t draw a lick.

All I can do is lay you down

and love you well enough

to leave an impression.

All I can do is love you

and own that drawing, that memory, 

that shadowed smear of ‘us’

for good, well, ever.”

~~~Peregrine