On your brow, where it twitches… I left my essence there. I left it so that when you look in the mirror, you will feel me present with you. Your body will re-remember how I would clasp my arms around you from behind and plant my face into your neck… right there where your neck and shoulder make a smooth shallow crater and you would giggle and look at me through the mirror and whisper, ‘I don’t want to work today’. And I would look at you eye deep through the looking glass as though taboo to look you directly in the eye and whisper, ‘Then come back to bed’. With that, I would earn another hour quarter with you. Until we both were running late but I would still find time to fix your collar and zip you up before we stepped out as two decent men that had the power to change the world side by side.
-frank malaba- (the morning minute collection series)
Frank Malaba Prosetry 