A Picture of You

Sarah Barr
I want to trace you with my words.

Hair wild with morning, whispering brown, a crown of bramble

Eyes sharp, knowing, a tempestuous sea

Skin that remembers a summer past, tinted cream

glimpse of ink on a bare shoulder, arms draped over my guitar

fingers move so sure, over strings so often played.

You strum lazily without effort, but sing so soft I barely hear.

Knees bare, toes exposed, jeans soft and worn

I want to unwrap you.

Rays of light and shadow paint ribbons on your face

The world outside struggling to come in.

You and me on a somnolent Saturday morning

Published by Sarah Barr

I'm a transplant to the South, raised in the North. A teacher and a student. I know a little bit about most everything, but consider myself an expert in nothing.  View profile

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