Enchanted on my face
Public disgrace

Red boils down
Sheets a-torn
Feet adorn
Bare-less
Bar-less

***** & Distaste
Eyeliner and Cold sandwiches
Cod Liver Oil and Pokemon

Her eyebrows, they dance
Symmetrical and killer

Piercing my soul
Dark brown dinners.

The red mountain on the very tops of her skull
Framed by lion's mane
Beseeching eyes
Full lips
No kisses; birthmark of this
Teenage...Ageing

She's a fragrant fairy and I am a mountain top
Towering over the gangly red

No metal, yet no way to go ahead.

"Nothing to be done" yet "Beauty is truth, truth beauty"
Frankness is her subtlety

Raw age
Stark immaturity; pierced around a face of a lady of twenty.

I'd offer you wine, but a girl like you would prefer a coffee
Pick up this twenty, call me when you are thirty.

When I was young,
Smooth, young hands soothed me.
They wiped my tears,
Caressed my hair,
And these hands belonged to
Mommy.

Youthful oblivion blinded me
To the effects of time.
I never noticed that as I grew up,
You were growing up too.
You were perfect, infallible--
With all the wisdom of the world
Written in the lines on your palms.

An adult now, I know
The hardships you've faced, the battles you've conquered.
And I notice your hands--
Wrinkled by time's passing,
Lined with experience.
They still wipe my tears.
They still caress my hair.
And these same hands belong to my mother, my friend.