If I can paint it, I can understand it
That is the theory
So I study the world as if it could be broken down
Each face a complex design of shadows and bouncing light
The slight curve of your lips
The delicate skin between your fingers
Perhaps if I could see a bit deeper
To the muscles and the tendons
The veins
How do you paint a pulse?
I study as you talk,
Because if I can paint you, I can understand you
Your lips stretch and pucker with the word "How?"
If I place every line in just the right place
If I color shadow of your temples just right
Maybe your face can be a map
Maybe it will lead me somewhere
But I keep getting lost in your gaze