if faces were Paragraphs
where your forehead marks the vast introduction
slowly, the eyes like capitalizations, to
your nose of finer details & pretty bridges
to trace from head to toe,
the lips of ellipses that mark forever
... between your crooked eyes
your crooked nose
your crooked mouth
that i could kiss so sweetly,
i shan't notice how wrong,
Grammatically, you are for me.
