How her face changes when she is sleeping. I have not seen that face before, where is she?
Where do the zillions go in the sleeping hours?
And when she comes back, her mask reset; will this face be taut beneath, waiting for the next night's darkness?
Looking At You.
Are you young again?
When your body loosens out
And your eyes needn't see me
And your face unravels from its cares;
Is it me you'll want to escape from?
To run back, hurdling over the years,
To seek out your first lover, and to nestle
In that small space of time before doubts began.