We all wear them, but why?

Daydreams of lips roam unapologetically around idle time.

From Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides, "For today’s prompt, write a follow _____ poem."

Seated on the beach, eyes out to the sea

10,000 Tiny Feet

You with your lies, unkind, words, fists of furry and backward elation.

On a cold winter night, an old man sat under a park tree.

Your face weighs down my memories

BEING ME