this short haired, moon face

I dream of walking through a maze
A gentle mouth
I don't just make love to your body

Glare of the grey morning
Making resolutions for hours
The sum of me sighed

I am now memorizing your face
As the sun filters through
The landscape of the heart
Growing flowers in the chest

I am not treating you lightly

Eyes like lights
This short haired, moon face

Decompression chamber