PORTRAIT

A PICTURE FREEZES A MOMENT IN TIME;  In the curtained filtered light I once drew a portrait of your face. Wide with softness your eyes were framed first, Tracing slowly barely touching, My fingers found a curve of the temple, gentle pulsating, your cheeks were Ivory sought the corners of your nose and tucked a whimsy-lift to the corners of your mouth as it began to form a smile, on your forehead I found the firmness of a broad brow determined noble. In the tender traveling of my fingers across each delicate feature I learned to memorize every line, every contour, every tiny uniqueness, now alone In the still darkness I draw with the brush of my fingers A PORTRAIT OF YOUR FACE.