Prismatic Facial Slippage

Sometimes

when trying 

to save face

our countenance

folds in

on itself.

Trying too hard,

we dissemble.

Our humanity

leaks out.

We cannot hide.

Looking for Love

 

Love

is often elusive,

especially when

we are surrounded

by screaming,

staring,

sleeping,

judging

eyes.

The blaring glare

turns us

inside out

and

upside down.

Love is there.

Eventually we will dance

in the light.