On your face

On your face, there are the curvatures of your will. On your face, there are the looks of your hopes. Hidden in the velvet of your fogs. This way sad to dress you in shadows. Carrying the poison of your cockroaches. Running in number. Behind the veil of your eyes. Lover or unfortunate? An ambiguity that your break is only instigating. Fragile, a sensation almost a declaration. To want to ask you this question. What hides your face? Understand it without being mistaken. Avoiding committing the insult. To rape your secrets. On your skin in the marked white ink. Run these shadows which reveal them. With this violence to be essential. On your face, there is this strength to believe. On your face, there is a weakness not to be able to. Fill this space which invades you. You have in mind these words who describes it. The precious property. Happy or unfortunate? Looking for its reason in your intimacy. Being allowed approach to help you, protect you. Is it your will? A flat refusal? On your face, there is a modesty not to disappoint. On your face, it has a fight which we can perceive. Giving the false truth. That to like the solitude. Its silences, its abandonment, its dullnesses. Your body which pouts, your sheep’s eyes. Their hidden tears which can not pour. The shadows which are only calling them. Playing with your sad face of a Pierrot. Who lost the moon in the gutter. There is this sad music which returns. Keeping up appearances. Of what you think? An endless question. A singer, the damaged voice. Tell your out-of-date story. On your face, there are the nightmares of your evenings. On your face, there is your soul, the mirror. A reflection against the light in your eyes. Desperate, languishing. Blush for all eternity.