Sketching faces with chalky ink
On a page empty blank
Into lines, into lies
I have again sank

Tracing features with weary eyes
Learning how they flow
Into life and onto faces
And how your smiles grow

I learn to shape those upturned lips
to create a seamless smile
Forgetting false falsetto all around
This now away I while

I want to sketch you into moments
Into movement and time
I want my pen to introduce you
Into my world, make you mine.

ALAS
My pen does not possess this power
And your eyes are distant real
3D is painfully not art,
In that form,
I so want
I can't
make
you
feel.