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.  Continue reading “How I would paint love:”