I tread atop the faint creases
drawn across your forehead;
and make my way carefully down
the darkness of your eyebrows;
tiptoe across your black thick
eyelashes a flutter;
before peeking furtively into
your reflective blue-eyed pupils;
playfully slide myself down
the strong bridge of your nose;
landing softly on your lips,
a rosy pink cushioning my fall;
proceed to glide over your cheeks
and towards your ear I stumble;
climb up the silky strands
of your acorn brown hair;
and here I go all over again,
exploring the mystics of
the forest you own in you,
unfearful of ever getting lost
in this journey I embarked on
ever since meeting you.
