How I would paint love:

A giant pencil,

Drawing out

With every unseen colour,

Beginnings

And beginnings

And beginnings

Of surprises

And laughter.

Solid,

With enough strength to lean on,

To bend,

Without fear of splinters.

A giant pencil with an equally giant eraser,

Forgiving,

Removing,

Mistakes made,

When the giant pencil stilled,

And at the wrong spots,

Slipped.

 

Published on: May 5, 2011