Your all encompassing
Eye turns lip and
Tooth and bone
Of cheek
Into memory's fine
Most malleable
Fodder. Note the
Hands, arc of arms,
Ephemeral pupil
As you, peculiar
Creature, have
Turned and
Turned again,
According to
This idiot's
Whim,
you,
Straight hair,
Always seeing
Through
square.
Then instrument
Pulled from such
Oval face,
and
You, now, most
Beautiful smile.
Copyright © 1997 Kemal Faruquee
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*Why am I listing poems by genre now? Because it makes it easier for searchers who are looking for a poem on a particular topic. Is it somewhat reductive to categorize in this way? Yes, a bit...but, it allows more people to find my writings; so, it's a concession that I can live with...kf