For My Portrait!
A blank A4 size paper will do just fine,
And one glass ruler, to draw a line
Four margins, one each on a side
Precincts for me — to so abide
Sketch me then!
Sketch me in your words, flowing sweet
Write my face, and a nose thus so neat
Then write my lips, and kiss them deep
Write my eyes — awakened from a sleep
And when it is time; if you ache to stop,
Thence, my artist, let ellipsis … there flop
And someday from now, when I may not live,
In a little room, you shall sit with a mate,
Enfolded in a threadbare book
On the paper
Breathing in that ellipsis …
An ongoing poem,
I — by my artist — was never made to end!
I live …In a hiatus!