I don’t dream about anyone…

Help how do I draw this man

Robert Sean Leonard, pointing, as “Professor Henry Higgins” in two different 2013 productions of Pygmalion, one at The Old Globe (Jan-Feb) and the other at the Williamstown Theatre Festival (July).

I call this collection ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Pointing in Pygmalion ˖ ࣪ ⊹

by Carol Ann Duffy

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head, so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables like a charm, like a spell.

                                        Falling in love is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart like a tiger ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin. Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in. I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine, in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze, staring back from anyone’s face, from the shape of a cloud, from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me