Poetizing spontaneously without combusting

Where Are These Faces

Where Are These Faces

They loom at me in the dark
They are more than shadows
They gather dust

Where are these faces
grown into symbols

They lie inert until
someone springs them
from the corpse
they have come to personify

Where are these faces
When you need them
To kiss you
To hold you
And huddle from the dark

© 2011 lgjaffe

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