Mapping a Face.
One touch.
One caress.
A mumble,
A fumble.
My hands around your face.
Softly, softly
My fingers pad.
Wary of your crystalline eyes.
So deep
So strong.
Pools of calm,
Wise and benevolent.
Gentle, soothing-
Sucking me in.
Tracing my soul.
A scratch to my palm.
Your chin is like sandpaper
But the roughness doesn’t
Disgust.
Like the rough terrain
Of mountains high.
I explore.
I implore.
My digits trek back and forth
Fascinated
Captivated
By the feel of this
Rugged terrain.
I move, at last-
Finding my exploring fingers
Trapped
In the copper of your
Curls.
A low mutter:
“This is awkward…”
“Yeah.”
Is your reply.
Your hands move, as your mouth
Traces the words:
Face
Eyes
Nose
Lips.
My hands drown in your hair.
Tracing the spirals
Basking in the heat
Of your blushing scalp.
Which has felt a thousand days
Of sun.
Of moon.
And your sweat
Tangy, and wild.
Unsettled, we move
Back to your cheeks.
So rough
So animalistic.
Not yet a man
But hardly a boy.
One caress.
A mumble,
A fumble.
My hands around your face.
Softly, softly
My fingers pad.
Wary of your crystalline eyes.
So deep
So strong.
Pools of calm,
Wise and benevolent.
Gentle, soothing-
Sucking me in.
Tracing my soul.
A scratch to my palm.
Your chin is like sandpaper
But the roughness doesn’t
Disgust.
Like the rough terrain
Of mountains high.
I explore.
I implore.
My digits trek back and forth
Fascinated
Captivated
By the feel of this
Rugged terrain.
I move, at last-
Finding my exploring fingers
Trapped
In the copper of your
Curls.
A low mutter:
“This is awkward…”
“Yeah.”
Is your reply.
Your hands move, as your mouth
Traces the words:
Face
Eyes
Nose
Lips.
My hands drown in your hair.
Tracing the spirals
Basking in the heat
Of your blushing scalp.
Which has felt a thousand days
Of sun.
Of moon.
And your sweat
Tangy, and wild.
Unsettled, we move
Back to your cheeks.
So rough
So animalistic.
Not yet a man
But hardly a boy.