handsome illusion
I loved your face
It was all smiles
Your straight nose
Straight as a bone
Perfect centerpiece
For laughing eyes
Full of wisdom and life
Your teeth were uneven
But brilliant
And always there
My old enameled friends
Dressed in juicy, plump fruit
Plums that spoke and laughed
Segments of blood orange
That kissed and whistled
Riding on an oval chin
Which never quivered
Seldom frowned
Your heart was in your face
So accessible I thought it was mine.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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