Fresh beard on old face
Dirt clinging to each fibre
Penetrating the skin
bringing it to the fore
Shielding naked flesh
smothering cheeks deep
Holding in place the lines
Creating an illusion
Of difference
Though indifference
Is the true father
Of this shaded conception.
Grains of unsubtle stubble spike through
where soft kisses used to fall.
P Davidson 25/02/09
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