I want to draw you while you smoke

Beauty seen in the common everyday moments, compliments that are genuine and true

I want to draw you while you smoke

she says

You look so beautiful, lost in thought, your wrist bent at such an angle, smoke streaming like a ribbon away from you

I would capture you in charcoal, and only color your eyes, one a mossy blue-green, the other a blue, dark like the ocean on a moonless night

And in the background I would write one of your poems, full of sorrow and lost love, I would smear it in such a way that people would have to really look deeply to read your thoughts

I would search through my dictionary to find a title for you, a single word, but something heavy with meaning, filled with conotation

If I were the only one to ever see it, I would simply name it after you