How peculiar, how sweet, how special. How novel.
A peculiar twist in the collar bone,
a spiraling turn of the knee,
it corresponds to the twisting wisp
of smoke around her eye.
They are unifying designs
in her off-kilter, unfiltered portrait.
As night draws in and we draw close,
I draw the lines on her
that I draw on myself:
The twirling twist, the whirling wisp,
the angles and curled bricks of the face.
"How endearing," she thinks,
Created: Jul 23, 2009Document Media