more like you

sometimes i think that
i can almost see the veil
the proverbial scratchy, thick
(but really quite toasty and warm)
wool peeling back inch by warp
by fiber from the flushed
fabric-imprinted surface of your face–

think i see the fog, the soft
marbled clouds clearing from
your eyes,

i think i see the lines uncoiling
relaxing at the side of your mouth
into quiet comfortable curlicue
smile lines with how-to lists
(make him grin, make him moan
make him love you) inscribed–

sometimes i think i see these things
(i really do)
but then you look at me again
and i realize
(kind of like the temptations)
it was just my imagination.


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