With only closed eyes

And fingertips

He etches my face

Upon the windows glass

 

I stare from it

As if seeing something precious

A deep delight in the eyes

A sly grin ready to burst

With teeth

 

The brows are sensually relaxed

With a confidence

A knowing

 

My hair cascades just so

Around my face

Feigning a shyness

 

However my beaming cheeks

Betray the soft tendrils

Two tight apples

of unhidden joy

 

As he turns to me

Opening his eyes

His near sighing exhale

Dissolves into a smile

That forms like a reflex

 

I feel my face fall

Into formation

With his creation

When our eyes meet