When the black fingerprints of tears carve cheekbones
and chisel the sadness
that last week's smiles did not anticipate,
it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence
and leave cheeks ruddy with the false glow of
cherry blossom kisses,
which insist that Spring is love.
*
Yes. *
Transition to spring is very effective.
I keep meaning to write a poem about my shaving rash, this might inspire.
Short and sweetly brave. *
Good imagery.
*Oh, I love this.
This makes me think about faces.
Good solid picture and thought.