feeling the sun on my face
turned upward to meet your gaze
those furrowed lines like carvings
splitting rivers of skin further apart now
a permanent marker
I notice you; you’re living lines, played out on my page
rays pierce my canvas of you seeking solace
closing my eyes I forget about how it was
© Copyright 2009 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
Poetry Out West 
You must be logged in to post a comment.