the lines

creep across our foreheads
sit on our eyebrows
collect at the corners of our eyes
tug at our earlobes
curl around the corners of our mouths
puddle under our cheekbones
caress the bottom of our chins
and dance with joy
each and every time
we meet

1 thought on “the lines

  1. Just lovely, Damae… I had to read it several times to get into it! So apt and well put together! I was wondering whether you were too tired to write any more, well done…

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