Face Poem
for R. Armitage
Abstract, telescopic, geography
Of impasse
wide, open, pale,
Distant projection of perfection,
Distant projection of perfection,
Like the moon.
Blue eyes, flecked grey,
coruscate
half-revealed secrets.
A heart hidden,
Laughs: scar, barely visible,
Recondite.
Nose like a Roman God,
Wry smile everyone names shyness.
I disagree.
You run
your fingers through your hair,
With
sublime audacity
I dream
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