the bridge of your brow
the ridge of your nose
the arch of your lip
the hill of your chin
the paths my eyes love to run along
backwards and forwards, up and down
a child at tireless play
falling flat on my back with giggles in my belly
rolling onto my side looking at them all again
jumping off the bridge of brow
freefalling off the ridge of your nose
sitting like a smiling baby Buddah under the arch of you lip
rolling pin down the hill of you nose
flopping down onto your chest
run rugged and breathless
laughing doing it all again
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