Monday, January 1, 1979

Faces


Faces

I have many faces
my faces as you
ask me to stay, my faces
as you ask me to leave, make
me warm with love
love, change I
follow you, my
faces upon the mountain flank,
my faces under the stars,
your warm lips intertwine with mine,
your tongue enters my mouth
my faces
there in the moonlight, 
there in the meadow
smell of musk, summer dust
poison oak and bay laurel 
as we talk about living, 
my faces search yours,
the faces we share melt
like waxen masks 
in moonshadow
we melt into each other's bodies
on the path many
faces intertwine
in the moonlight.

1979
added 2/2017

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