Let me inject parts of you
Into words, handpicked
The kind I’d use to write poetry
Free-verse, haiku—
Or what may have you.
I’d pick up a black pen and write you
The brilliance of your face
And that fascinating grace,
I could swear at any light
Or time of day,
It could have easily lifted a pen
As well as moved me
With strokes that were
Possibly subtle and potent
But with a common wish
That is—
To perpetuate you
Somehow with me
In these lines as we've come attached,
I have written you to never end