He turns his head to face her <br />Eyes glimmering in the golden glow of late afternoon <br />His hand, so carefully sculpted, <br />To form the delicate veins that curve <br />Like rivulets towards his knuckles <br />Is slowly swept toward her face <br />Gently caressing the soft blush <br /> Of her cheek. <br />He smiles then <br />His lips momentarily cracking <br /> From their stiff misery; <br />The corners of his mouth curling up <br />Soft dents appearing <br /> Forming dimples on his cheeks <br />She turns from him <br />Fierce tears burning <br />Fighting for liberation <br />Against their eyelash cage. <br />His lips part <br />And with a soft breath <br />He whispers his goodbye.<br /><br />Elinor Auerbach<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/separation-9/
