"A mask of sorrow." Raw. Vivid. Moving.

"The braille of your touch." Interesting idea.

"So that I may place green apples in each mouth without worms or holes, or the failings of love." This is my favourite part of the poem--it's very crafty and well-written. :)

The only issues I see might be wordiness and syntax - the first line, for instance, I'd take out "to my face" and just have a mask of sorrow. Then there are a few more instances where the enjambment just doesn't work - like "green goading on toss out." I don't know if that's a lack of punctuation or what. :)

Other than that, really nice imagery. It's really easy to *feel* this poem, which I like.