Your Faceless Head

Berries so rarely blue

Sweetness on tap

Your Faceless head

Makes no sound

But your head with a face makes a tell-tale moan

Shifting the tear ‘a firm-ahhhhh…

We’ll fill the empty skies

With our hollow sighs

Creating a solid for us

Marching towards one another

Our shapes will shift

But our dream will never smother

I’ll monitor yours

If you monitor mine

Detecting those electrical impulses

Recording our activity

Measuring our pace…

The one we love-to-make

Protecting against attacks

We’ll perform our surgical sex

As we transplant our love

via Daily Prompt: Faceless

4 thoughts on “Your Faceless Head

  1. Faceless, nameless,
    It has no identity.
    But it found us.
    It found you and me.
    Love.
    Love is anonymous,
    Yet it moves about us all.
    Some may never feel it,
    But we felt it’s pull.
    Love.
    Love is ours,
    We some how captured.
    Now we gotta keep it.
    Cos I like this feeling, rapture.

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