My pencil caresses your long, soft hair
It's curving the cheekbones just so
The length of your nose, stroking the chin
That's the easy part, you know
I manage one eye in thoughtful repose
The other is crushed by your smile
The left-hand brow is up as you laugh
The other's in serious style
Your right nostril, in interest it flares
At the small pies I baked last fall
Your left is squashed by your pillow
At this point it's not you at all
The long lashed lids can't even decide
If they want to be open or closed
Do the lips want to grin, or curve in a smile
Or purse softly in thoughtful repose
Like that one eye, only parts of you match
The rest look like mistakes
What sits on my page is a monster grotesque
A salacious collage of fakes
I would try again, but I know it's the same
No matter how often I give it a go
There's so many things I love about you
I cannot choose just one to show
11/13/2018
