You created me My Love,
a red-chalk hurried sketch.
Wispy lines, broken edges
never touching.
You drew no ground beneath my feet,
no sky above my head-
Wings so faint
they don't even cast a shadow.
I've no eyes, just shaded hollows.
No mouth with which to scream.
Arms and legs
are all movement without form.
I'm fractured and I'm naked,
with no distraction on this paper.
Nothing here for me to do
but dream and pray.