portrait
you’re an artist.
with your eyes,
like those ocean blues,
will never find its end.
your lips.
wish i could try,
and move again,
‘til it part.
your hands.
with the gentle touch,
i would caress you,
all with sincerity.
your fingers.
will cling with mine,
with pearls,
and walk intertwined.
with my eyes,
my bare hands,
i turn myself,
into a painter.
with every shades,
it symbolized,
all of you,
through my fingers.
i have beheld you,
through water and air.
‘til you resemble,
that man in the portrait.
