A Face
A Face
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There’s a face
That I saw a long time ago.
Under the primitive stars
Scattering themselves in the galaxy
I saw that countenance.
With lust brimming then,
Desires reeking out through
My tender eyes,
Shining in the dawn of adolescence
I saw your face once.
And
After that
Years passed, galaxies
Met finally
And that evening sound
Of the preparation of tea
In misty surroundings faded
To a noisy room of doomed promises;
Of words not kept
Of counterfeit smiles
Of a studied silence
A measured taxation.
And when the lights go out
Deep within
Something stirs
Like wounded conscience
Or a dog lying on the highway;
I recall your face then
And that impeccably chiseled chin.