Naked Face
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- Jul 31
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by Michael Thomas Smith
Copyright ©2026
Should the sky unfold, and reveal your
Face,
Which holds all the shyness of something more erotic --
The smoke from your cigarette a teasing chiffon --
Oh, then might the heavens themselves hide;
Your nude eyes
Have the nerve to foreshadow a torrent of tears
while huddling with each other.
Meanwhile, your lashes indecently flutter,
with a movement more lustful
than a bachata
To keep court with some roue or another --
Whoever espies you across the way,
Even if that be miles,
To see that face,
To be in likeness with the world itself --
Unclothed brows might be said to be erect,
and in that thought you can read in my mind --
not to say you’re a coquette,
but just that it’s on danger I’d bet.
About the author:
Michael T. Smith is an Associate Professor of English who teaches both writing and film courses. He has published roughly 300 pieces (poetry and prose) in over 100 different journals.
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