“Mask-like expression” it’s kindly put
by the literature: a lack
of facial tone hiding age, intention,
pain, delight, and all between.
Stumbling on an album photo
of you at sixteen, I revel in
your parted lips, your teeth,
your lit eyes, your slight dimples.
Today you are my Greek drama,
archaic vizard, masquerade,
your face lending your thoughts
to my imagination.
Photo by Victoria Priessnitz on Unsplash