Monthly Archives: May 2017

“face”

i have never touched
one’s forehead
as i do yours, how
beautiful are those lines, the crinkle
of your eyes
the scent of cologne
and shampoo, damp in
the summer night
and this smile, you have
melted me as if i were
butter on a skillet
 
i did not know then
the heartaches to endure
the love to experience
the myriad of troubles
ive fallen into-
enchantedly, passionately,
i’ve come to love
the mole on your neck
and how you laugh
when I kiss it so
the smallest things, the flaws,
the holes, the anger,
the love and want, the
humanness
of you

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