The Medium of My Imagination

I want to sketch the curve of your lip; the jut of your chin.
I want to shade the hollow of your throat and smooth the curve of your waist.
I want to paint the ruddy color of your cheeks and etch into the dip of your spine.
I want to carve the angle of your jaw; the line of your collar-bone.
Splatter freckles onto your shoulders and sculpt the ridge of your eyebrow.
Carve the muscles of your chest and mold the mass of your thighs.
I want to create you out of the medium of my imagination and draw you into being.
From the recesses of my brain to the dryness of paper-
I will knit you piece by piece until you are whole.
Until you are real.
I want to sketch the curve of your lip, and into reality.