Twenty

fourteen

          her fingers

          were angels

          gliding and

          swirling on

          the cotton

          canvas,

                        as if they were

                        clouds instead.

                                       " hold still nate,

                                         how can i

                                         paint a portrait

                                         of you if

                                         you can't

                                         even stop

                                         being all

                                         so fidgety? "

          i never told you

        that it was

      because your

          eyes are my

              own version

                   of gravity,

                       that i did

                    held still,

                 but it's my

               heart that just

             can't stop being

            jittery. i think it

              won't ever hold

                still, not with you

                 biting your lower

                lip so

                               l

                                y

                                  .