rituals by Jude Kyrie

Rituals

They say an artist pours all his love
onto the canvas.
And in his eyes, it is always
a work in progress.

Waiting to be flawless.
Waiting to be perfect.
A simple brush stroke here
A touch of deepened blue there.
Never satisfied that his
creation is complete.

And for me, I follow my ritual
When you go to leave for work
In the morning.
I touch back a lock of your hair.
And fold it from your forehead back in place.
Like a mother's touch to her son.

More as the deepest sentiment of love
Letting you know that you belong to me.
And that my small ritual of revision
Is the deepest form of affection.