Face

Skin.

Blemishes and lines

Bumps, spots, and scars

Wordless conversations

A constellation of stars

This is your map of undiscovered treasure

Footprints tracked

Some remaining forever

It burns red,

Spilling emotions untamed

For in your skin,

There is no story unnamed.

Lips.

Wet and Dry,

Bitten and pressed

A comforting curve.

How much laughter have these lips tasted,

How many secrets have they forged,

Outstretched and puckered

Your capacity to be kind.

A long summer’s day

A look inside your mind.

A blistering winter winds

How heavy are a lips confined.

Nose.

Big and small,

Crooked and tall 

Peppermint.

Smells are alive

In the memories of the five

A home.

A smell not like any other,

For it’s a reminder of them

When we were all younger

Eyes.

Brown and Blue,

Old and new

A loved one.

It’s the mouth that moves

But it’s the eyes that speak

For in it are the secrets that they keep.

A sly look,

A contained laughed,

Crow’s feet.

We age, but they remain

Full of memories we retain.

Your eyes are like no other.

They shut to a dream

Or to shield you from the world’s scream

You are so brave to open them yet again,

So, wipe them clear,

And let your true self appear.