What is hair but seconds passing in strands. Understand – we cannot cut away from what don’t have. The stream of bunched greys my hide behind dye like a river forced to dry I’m waiting for time bring them back me an echo colour. Skin bestowed as canvas: moles kiss missed and marked dark small shadow moons that travel across me. Eyes comprise specific blue hue crafted held hands soft thumbs paint. are cheeks lonely hills hoping touch the sky mountains they converse each-other on this plain gain permission mouth rise. throat lips let slip voice can only be seen another’s face conversations thicker than mud voices who were there when could have been none yet needed remind me - even silence love. Love blood. body. absence somebody Mouth: dormant doorway sometimes showing teeth long way truth it lead other times proving more honest I had meant skin reminds us love lines. A face sketch underneath page one person etched place. This place agape forest scape built seeds other’s traits conservations lessons spent stranger’s smile seedlings bursting spread.