My Life on Your Face

A short poem about a man's study of his love's face.

The softness of cheek upon palm,
Pink, red, blushing.
The sparkle of the sun
The universe revolving,
Life in all forms.
Planets, stars, nebulae,
In a single drop of sight.
The creases along her head,
She laughed, she cried, she was happy,
She smiled, her lips pulled up,
Sending skin upon skin…
Creased…
The day we met,
We laughed,
A mighty melody,
A sweet harmony.
I chuckled, giggled,
And marked you
Carved the single moment,
Onto your skin.
I run my finger along the line,
Memories, so bitter,
Like lemon cake.
You are aged, my love.
Not vintage, like fine wine.
But you are part of me, my cherub.
You’re beautiful because you’re mine.