the sun slips past the shade
to paint planes of light and shadow
across sleeping face.
.
fingertips, a protractor
measuring angles of jawline
of cheekbone
of curve under bottom lip
.
while navigating blindly
the labyrinth of heart
your cartography
28 Apr 2020 6 Comments
in poetry Tags: cheekbones, early love, love, NaPoWriMo, relationships, shadows
whimsy~mimsy 
Apr 28, 2020 @ 13:20:16
Hmm. I hope you find your way through 😌
Apr 28, 2020 @ 17:14:41
It’s all good. Really. I write things I think. Sometimes it’s really connected to me. Sometimes it’s a word or photo or memory. 🙂 A mystery writer doesn’t have to kill to write about it. Lol.
And even when things are good … Do you ever know what’s inside?
Apr 28, 2020 @ 17:26:08
no, i’m not sure we ever really know!
Apr 28, 2020 @ 22:04:07
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
DEEP STUFF!
Apr 28, 2020 @ 22:23:13
Thank you!!
Apr 28, 2020 @ 22:24:41
YOU’RE WELCOME!