The Man From Easter Island

I lay in bed tossing and turning , closing my eyes then reopening them just to see if there is any difference in the light, letting my eyes play with the shadows.

The close hanging over my door are taking shape, the light down the hall illuminating them into shape.  I see a straight large forehead, and prominent nose, a head straight from Easter Island, I squint, then slowly close my eyes, I see the lips forming,  when I open my eye’s just for the first second I see the lips are innocent , soft, tender and sweet, waiting for his first kiss.

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