The way you carry yourself
With your finely curled hair
In a lioness’ abundance
And a cat-like steady gait
Cautious yet determined
Like structures of your mind
With years of acquired skills
In your life-saving profession
Reshaping human bodies
For a painless rebirth.
Since I’ve handed myself
Over to you
I wished to accompany you
And travel with you somewhat
Along this earthly road
On your short stints of time out
Study you sitting for a portrait
With artist to artist interaction
That would spark off my talents
Depicting the truth in you
Through my brushstrokes
My soft pencil markings
My whatever-I-might-find-
Compositions
Buried deep in me.
I dreamt of you tonight and
Held my breath as faction
Fused with fiction with
Your enigmatic smile.
Exhilarating.
Spiritually wondrous.
An extension of my mind
And soul.
I love the way you’re braided.
One day this canvas
Will become a great piece
Of contemp art
When my believes and
Yours will fuse
Like a dance upon the
Clouds of true art.
Until then I walk this way
Working with a small printed
Portrait on your calling card
That only other image for
The artist beside the one
In his heart.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.