I was quiet within among
a riot of walkers without
a shred of expression
slipped from their pursed mouths
Clasped lock gait
a walk for the day
I without purpose
watched them fade away
From distance to distance
Before we would bow
to a veil, a muzzle
pretending somehow
That we could live without faces
the gate of our being
I miss seeing mouths
I miss your face
I miss the gesture of a simple embrace
We drove out to
the country side
where we walked about
the spirit and mind
There is no shackle
out here where the forest
of white pine can be yours
face filled and divine
What I love I value
this is my guide
I don't need another
to pretend to know my
Heart, my state, my boundaries
my freedoms my things I'll never do
and my things I have yet to do
Suppress me
and I will roam
like an angel on GPS
to a fragrant throne
Until I see
all the places where
I can be at home