can't draw you

sometimes i draw pictures
just to remember eyes looking at me
your eyes
so soft
a lash or two pointing at me
choosing me
wow



how beautiful two lovers lay under duvets
and canopies
holding close dear
the world between them
holding sweet love
defying all those thougts that condemn
surrendering to cotton heated nights
painting love with fingertips
sliding the length of your body
resting my head in your palm



nothings forever
but maybe if i can draw it all
i can come visit whenever i want
we can hold hands and kiss in front of a setting sun
over a coffee and potato chips
maybe i'll see you're face cradled around the curl of my smoke
and all will be like those very first touches
when our fingers finally touched
because they wanted to
maybe i can draw
something that was meant to be
no accident neccessary


maybe someday i'll be able to draw
everything
so you can can see what i saw