I want you to scrunch your face up at me.

I dance for you, with a smile I gyrate,

The smell of my moisturiser intertwined with the music you don’t quite hate.

All for the love of that face,

I can’t go out in public without something silly to say, you pray – please try to behave.

It’s all for the feeling I crave,

The love that swerves around agitation, to feather and tickle embers into flame.

You look so pretty, can you give me a taste?

Or even a hug, i’ll take anything, I promise I won’t hesitate.

You always make me glad I came,

Even when death may try to stop me, i’ll live forever in the scrunch of your face, fighting off any grey & playing Jester games till the end of days.

Framing the sun that lives in your face,

The soft collections of hair trailing the top of your ear to its base – Trafalgar side burns that were love laced.

In the end I just wanted to write the truth, love and Cake Face.

By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh

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