Sea of men

Trying to find you among them in this march that doesn’t stop each shoulder that turns around; a different face Not you Not you Not you Sea of pain floating here sinking in rain

No face

I was so hurt today I searched for a face; My lover had no face today

I want you

Dirty In colors, smeared all over your face Colors dusted on your clothes I want you shaking off swamp waters And dripping holy sweat I want to line your face From your eyes to your ears In black kohl I wanna put you where you belong On a pedestal chair overlooking Ripped scraps and banana

Slapped by leaves

Branching leaves slapped my face through a bike ride And I rode off ringing, blessed a new woman

Emotional apathy

It’s not you. It’s how much I was into you. How I soaked in each layer of your skin How I was blind towards everything else besides your face That now comes in my nightmares sometimes It scares me, this lack of care in your eyes When to me, they were your most wonderful of

So please, try

I’ll be long gone. You won’t see my face again my friend, so please, try.

Like a whiff of fresh air

They say you should “appreciate the finer things in life” like “enjoy the annoying company of people around you” or “don’t look at your phone while walking– look at the marvelous hoard of strangers in front of you” or “don’t put your headphones on when you’re outside, you should appreciate the beautiful screaming of people.”

Loving the face

He looked at her sleepy eyes. Isn’t this what we all want, sweetheart? To peck softly from ear to ear. To gently nibble on them while breathing easy. To taste the smile line that runs down your face. To gently lick and suck the hilly, cushioning cheek. To pet and blow the little hairs away