Faceless

Two soft lips
to brush your own,
a beating heart
to make you mine,
you shapeless wraith,
you haunted thing,
a shifting shadow
untouched by sun

Ever there, you remain unseen;
a pale moonbeam
under bright light
still, at times,
eyes closed and breath held
I catch a glimpse of you,
like flecks of copper
in a patina

Reviews

[charlie]

Who is this faceless master of camouflage? The question naturally arises and goads the reader to start looking for the unformed shape with no silhouette........... Love?
There seems a desperation for it and I think, Gaia, you've captured it in a unique way. With all senses open and watching out...
A poem of intrigue that does draw the reader in.

[Gaia Octavia]

It's great to see you, friend. Thank you very nuch for your kind review. You always seem to be able to hear my intentions 🙂