Skin.
Blemishes and lines
Bumps, spots, and scars
Wordless conversations
A constellation of stars
This is your map of undiscovered treasure
Footprints tracked
Some remaining forever
It burns red,
Spilling emotions untamed
For in your skin,
There is no story unnamed.
Lips.
Wet and Dry,
Bitten and pressed
A comforting curve.
How much laughter have these lips tasted,
How many secrets have they forged,
Outstretched and puckered
Your capacity to be kind.
A long summer’s day
A look inside your mind.
A blistering winter winds
How heavy are a lips confined.
Nose.
Big and small,
Crooked and tall
Peppermint.
Smells are alive
In the memories of the five
A home.
A smell not like any other,
For it’s a reminder of them
When we were all younger
Eyes.
Brown and Blue,
Old and new
A loved one.
It’s the mouth that moves
But it’s the eyes that speak
For in it are the secrets that they keep.
A sly look,
A contained laughed,
Crow’s feet.
We age, but they remain
Full of memories we retain.
Your eyes are like no other.
They shut to a dream
Or to shield you from the world’s scream
You are so brave to open them yet again,
So, wipe them clear,
And let your true self appear.