Faces Poem by francesca zumbo

Your face is like Claude Debussy’s String quartet in G minor
At once thrilling, magically terrifying
And instantly beautiful
Like walking deaths sidewalk
Under pale moonlight
I am horrified and enchanted at the same time
Eager and ready to let go
Hoping to escape black clouds from rolling in on me
I could kill for your hands, which ever so slightly
Shadow my face and close my eyes before making their way to my lips
I want to fall from the earth at the sight of you
And die for one moment of your love