I love those lips
Which look as though
You\'re holding in a secret.
The softest gaze
With tired eyes,
Sunken tears dried
Like many shipwrecks,
In a weathered cove.
I would trace
Every frown line
With my unworthy fingertips,
Kiss your laughter lines,
And brush away
The locks of hair
From a cheekbone prominent,
With the moon of my palm.
The curve of the jaw,
Angled hard and raw
Like a slice of living rock,
Pulled from the earth\'s core...
I\'d taper and dance
Along the slope,
To meet the shell
Of an ear
And whisper sweet nothings -
Like the breath of sea
Within a conch.
Every freckle,
Every line,
In perfect harmony
And time with my thoughts,
Dancing along your edges,
Like shining shards of glass.
Only a memory,
Or a mirror
Built to last.