In your sketchy five o’clock shadow
I find my lust etched
In the rugged lines of life
I bury our experience
For I seek the truth of existence
Not a pretty painted mask
Honesty on your brow
And the mirror of my soul
In the sparkle of your eyes
Once I resurface from being lost
In the pages of perfect romance
I appreciate the authenticity and dependability
Of the adoration shining from your face
Debbie Gravett © 2020.02.08
FOWC: Sketchy
Image by StockSnap from Pixabay
Brilliant. Love this poem.
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Great poem!
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Thank you
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You are welcome 😊
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How are you doing?
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