Saturday, August 23, 2008

Dear Wrinkled Face

Dear wrinkled face,

oh, lover friend.

Best enemy,

I love your hands.

That whole fine mind

every place I find myself,

dear wrinkled face

Such midnight love on this cross hung

would have scared us when we were young.

Our sweat flows down along this trace

The way is steep,

dear wrinkled face.

Why should we fear to say God's name?

We are from here,and go as we came.

We're part of all this terror and grace.

Give me a kiss, dear wrinkled face.

Though in this deal we can't always speak of what we feel

my legs go weak when your dark eyes light up this space,

We're yours, we're mine,dear wrinkled face.

-Greg Brown


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