NEW POEM: Moustache

Moustache is the latest poem from S P Clark. It explores the reasons why the poet has made certain appearance decisions.

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Moustache

I decided to grow a moustache to hide behind, to conceal a face that in the mirror only exudes the damage done, to shy away from the reality of aging, to disguise the wounds that I could smell on the lips beneath my nostrils.

Some think it’s sexy.  Some think it’s wrong.

It’s my face.  I’ll do what I want.

I decided to grow a moustache to hide behind, to absorb the tears that torrentially tumble onto my upper lip, to keep at bay the rills the despoliation leaves, to enjoy a mans hair on my skin though it’s my bristling arousal.

I think it’s sexy.  I think they’re wrong.

It’s my face.  I’ll do what I want.

He seems to like it when he tastes himself solidifying in the fur above my eager mouth.  

© S P Clark