Your beard

I love when
it is long
and you are
savage and
wild
like me,
and my fingers
go in
trekking its
landscape,
searching your
skin and
traveling back
to your lips
like a maiden
to a well

I love when
it is short
and you are
bright and
contagious
like your
smile,
and my eyes
travel
every line
of your
clever grin,
like paths
to your lips
for a maiden
to a well