Draw Me

Draw me

 

Draw me in the shade

of the curtain

where outside Winter

stays to beckon the

cold of hands

Enclose me in a room

with drawers

and empty sheets

before time knocks

at the counting wood

 

Come before the crows

and the fine lines

on our face

Trace with your fingertips

the shadows on the

naked wall,

follow the bends

of coarseness in the grains

Somberly the radio will hum

to quieten words

that dangle in the space

to fill moments

in a gaze

Lessons fall with the

leaves, the crack at

the windowpane

Reason guides to places

but the corner holds

only me.

 

February, 2008