delectable lines

*for brownin'*

it isn't the careful calligraphy
that moves my pen to sequential tears
you see here as a poem
it is you
who bears the canvas
treasured ta mokotelling stories of what wonders
lie in the orchard of your heart
and with each day that passes
your delectable lines
span in the mind like bridges of silk and sun
teaching me your language
one languid curve at a time