fond facial features
flower
my thoughts
a wet day
wounded by wondrous walks
"Take your eyes off of me,"
those eyebrows say
I can't, I nod-
such a scrumptious distraction
the way the forehead wrinkles
under an umbrella of rotting
fruit and
the willfulness to get lost
but ain't it a shame:
sometimes the tease is more satisfying
than the edge you take off