I like to trace the outlines,
The hills and the crevices,
Every curve that frames your features.

The flicker of your long lashes,
That crease at the corners you could call a smile,
Just watching them all ripple and sway,
As the expressions flash onto the canvas.

And here I am,
Endlessly observing,
Dreaming,
Falling;
Captivated by the artist at work.