Your Face

Your Face

I woke to your face within reach of my own.
My mind was blown.

I touched your cheek with the fingers of my right hand.
A gentle fan.

My head was filled with thoughts of you.
Everything you are… you do.

Desire knelt and kissed your brow.
I knew then… I knew how…

to give you all the color had
within the palms of this nomad.

The words I love you came to mind.
The only ones that I could find

to hold you as you should be blessed
and lifted from that ugly mess.

My heart, release him from the pain
and grant the wish of life again.

Because I woke and saw your face.
The one adorned with a blush of grace.




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