Portrait

by: Sarah Cram
for Ben

I want to paint you in my picture
Negative space,
Lines on your face,
Shadows and light
I know my perspective is biased

I dip my brush in the water
and blend my paint together
The colors bleed into one,
and then they begin to run
Down to the edge of the paper
The effect you’ve had on me
and who I strive to be
Is becoming a strange and beautiful thing

Where you going?
When you coming back, boy?
You’ve got to sit for me
Every portrait tells a story,
It’s how you capture glory
And ours makes me so happy