As Far as I Can Tell

you've lived your life on a canvas

leaving painted footprints on chests and

fingertips

and filling yourself in

with pencil and watercolor words

defining aesthetics in terms of light and sound

when viewed from across the room brushstrokes

disappear

and a whole becomes apparent

if you go past the rope

with a diamond lens

and steady breath

you may find fragments

layers of different hues and self

but my medium has never been visual

so perhaps there's deception in my eyes

and you were never felt at all