Faces
the faces I see, in the lens of the moonlight
the faces are these that are watching me
you see my face, this is what it is saying.
it is saying this, just this, and this is how it is sayingit.
I am, I am this face that no one else in the world has
my face is unique, but am I?
I see something in the eyes of a stranger
something about me in her expression
she is saying my name with her eyes.
the shape of her face makes a sound
and I hear my truth whispered in the edges
of her song. her tongue pronounces it differently
but who can say what is the correct way to say
beauty? you can see it in her eyebrows, the way they indent
and the way her cheeks flush with the wind.
her face is a miracle and mine is watching her breathe.
nina
