Oh, minor miracles..
To love him and miss him ever the more, I will relate to you the thinness of his lips, his thin red lips. To imagine his face and make a fast sketch of him inside my eyes, I start with his short philtrum.
The philtrum is his groove, and his groove is a short one. It's where I aim at, to kiss, and underneath it he makes all his words. We curl up watch TV; I hold his right hand, his left thumb goes to his groove. The Jewish angels teach babies the mind of God, and when they touch us above the mouth, we forget it all. A short groove, a short point, a short memory.
The philtrum is his groove, and his groove is a short one. It's where I aim at, to kiss, and underneath it he makes all his words. We curl up watch TV; I hold his right hand, his left thumb goes to his groove. The Jewish angels teach babies the mind of God, and when they touch us above the mouth, we forget it all. A short groove, a short point, a short memory.