Faces Poem by Mammatli Molefi

Faces, I see them all
I see them small
And old, squares and circles
Triangles the wiered and wild

Faces, With eyes that burn
And eyes that yearn
For something real
For something deep

Faces, Those with blues eyes
That tell many lies
With smiles that curve
And swear many times

Faces, I can't get enough
Please, I even forget the laughs
In the streets and behind closed doors
All I wish to see is the silhouettes

Faces, From the clubs' windows at night
Those kind that don't haunt and hide
Those kind that draw me closer
To something deeper in the dark