Untamed energy electrifies my fingers
They reach out for the black stick of charcoal
Blank.
White.
unsoiled paper.
Beckoning for a blemish on its clear complexion
Urging me.
Pleading me.
Begging me.
Taken by its glibness,
my fingers lead the waltz
the charcoal sashays along.
One line.
Two lines.
Strands of powdery smog
swell on the colorless ashen desert
like water dribbling down a dehydrated brook.
Abstract shapes evolve into tangible images
meticulously sewn from scraps of dark cloth
My eyes, fixated on the picture, squint into
slits of the crescent moon
Cherry lips pursed into upside down watermelon slices
Head tilted to one side, a curious beagle with the disposition of a
cat
Charcoal is put to rest
and fingers finish the finale.
Rubbing.
Smoothing.
Erasing.
Highlighting.
Image of its own unique perfection has arrived.
A face.
My face.
Of black and white
but radiates the entire spectrum of colors with blazing
presence.
Perfectly smoky.
