behind his lips
hide hers, smiling
his teasing kiss
instead drawing
me ever closer
to her.

i do not love her
couldn't possibly-
have not held her face
and stared into the tangled hazel
that has been haunting me.

her hands are divine
memorised them, years ago
crusted in paint
her only focus in the world
on the canvas
and i longed to share
her silence.