I wish words came to me as easily as you paint the world
the flick of your brush puts me to shame
I am humbled at the beauty you capture
I frazzle at the details of your strokes
I wonder how you have the power to make a blank canvas raise my hair
In the distance a robin is singing and I can feel your kiss upon my bare flesh
In the distance I am flailing and falling
because you are not here with me
I might just fall into the sea
But here you are!
you are in this canvas I hold
your slender fingers moved over it like once they moved over my body
you captured what that picture of us together couldn’t
I tried to write it all down but I couldn’t
I quilled down how raw I felt when I was with you
The moon waxed but I couldn’t find the words for how I felt when we danced
and you pulled me close
I tried to imbibe the smell of your skin from when I hugged you goodbye
I fall and the sea seems sweet beneath my wings
But you with the flick of your wrist and the magic of your soul
Do things that I never can
In the distance I can hear Icarus being told
to neither fly too high not too low
But the sun is glorious and I love the air
The sun is glorious and you make me soar
Will the myth repeat itself?
Shall I too fly above the gods?
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