This evening I feel utterly creative and poetic. It might be because I have been studying too much and just need to clean my head of all the Freudian ideas and structuralism, and culturalism, and etc. Anyhow, second poem in a row. Yes, it is a picture of my face “painted” by me… Selfish, isn’t it?
I will never forget your eyes:
Heterochromia and contact lenses suit you…
Hardly coloured eyelashes
Are subtly touching thick eyebrows.
I will never forget your nose:
Samogitian blunt, inherited from mother…
I could press it the whole day,
Almost knead this cartilage-free beauty.
I will never forget your lips:
Plum and tinted with lipstick…
A bee might have stung in childhood,
As they doubled over one night.
I will never forget your hair:
No longer natural, cut so many times…
And darkness, and redness suited you,
Even shaved and bloody neck.
I will never forget your face:
Scar furrowed, but still young…
Such a distinctive Lithuanian,
Different, but still quite appealing.