Is not the spawn of pleasure
It’s not the child
Of satisfying need…
It’s not a lot of things
It’s not the smile of the sated
Nor the promise of more to come,
It’s not a lot of things…
But to me
It’s so much more:
Why… it is a feeling on my face!
When the muscles on my forehead
Relax, and my brows float above my eyes
And my eyes
They are set free
And my cheeks
Are free to stretch or pout
And my lips, they can curve up or down!
And I can see so much more
When that weight is lifted
Off my eyes
Is all that I set my floating sight upon
And all that my roaming eyes behold
Is rendered weightless.