Phases and Faces

when our lips met
the very first time
I tried to figure out
the shape, the space
the littlest of things
on your face.

because what it 
looks like
in bright light
with yours and mine
eyes open wide;
so unlike 
what it felt that night. 

my hands upon your face
traced something 
so thoroughly different.

so with my eyes shut
your face inches away
I painted a picture to remember; 

what felt like a very different phase
when you had a very different face.