What is hair but seconds passing in strands. Understand – we cannot cut away from what don’t have. worth having losing. Skin bestowed as canvas: moles a kiss missed and marked dark small like shadow moons that travel across me. Eyes comprise of specific blue hue crafted held hands soft thumbs paint. Cheeks are lonely mountains streams earth converse on its plain they wait for the mouth to decide when lift them closer sky usually those conversations coursing thicker than mud voices who were there could have been none yet needed remind me - even silence love. Love blood. body. can be absence somebody Mouth dormant doorway sometimes showing teeth long way truth it lead other times proving more honest I had meant A face sketch underneath page one person etched this place.