We All Die, In The End

all of me

when you look at me,
what do i tell you?
without speaking,
what do i say?

is there something about me
that seems so willing
to give myself away?

are my freckles like the stars,
a landmark for the lost
to trail my map with your hand?

do my eyes say more than i?
when mine connect yours
do you see a hunger inside?

what part of me gives you
the impression of ease?
i am more than you see.