Ode to an Unbrushed Cheek

Ode to an unbrushed cheek,
With fingers stiff and unmoving,
Tears that stream and trail down
That lovely face of yours

To touch that smooth, uncalloused flesh
Unworn by sorrow, untouched by grief,
And dash apart
This unbecoming corsage
Heresy! I cannot.

For tears have carved
Their place on cheeks
And have drenched
My stiff
And unmoving
Hands.