when you look at me,

what do i tell you?

without speaking,

what do i say?

is there something about me

that seems so willing

to give myself away?

are my freckles like the stars,

a landmark for the lost

to trail my map with your hand?

do my eyes say more than i?

when mine connect yours

do you see a hunger inside?

what part of me gives you

the impression of ease?

i am more than you see.