#paper-light

You were here before me.

I make you again, paper-light, so you can meet me.

I don’t leave fingerprints—only the dust of uncovering

on the side of my hand.

Even on parchment or canvas, you remain yourself.

I draw only what I see; that honesty frightens us

and saves us both.

Every stroke of my pencil or brush pulls us closer.

Time loosens here.

I get lost in you. You whisper without words.

I want what anyone wants: to be seen and kept.

I make the window.

you look back—gentle and certain