He stood before me, a face like stone mason carving. I brought in his space and grazed my tongue along his cheek. Under each gentle pass of my affection, his stone melted into supple skin.
She stood before me, a face like ceramic painted mask. I brought in her space and kissed away her dark crimson lips. In our pressed greeting, her mask cracked into pieces leaving only tangerine blushing cheeks.
I stand before me, a face like all those whom I see. I bring in their space and caress each as unique. Under my umbrella arms, raining tears streak faces that melt into bone, revealing our commonality.
inspired by the prompt ‘a face like’ at typetrigger.com