I like when
your eyes haze
with mystery
so I know myself
more sculpturally
and remember
how to brow,
how to jowl,
how to cheek.
I like when
we lip,
more smear
less line,
when we belief
less tidy,
more smudge
more shine.
I love when we
smile through
shadowy mess—
when we face
less certain,
more suggest.