Stories of Poetry and Vice Versa

Secret.

I watch the
Cascade
Of hair
As she leans over her work
Earnestly scribbling out a problem.
Or,
A poem?
A line?
A song?
A key?
A phrase?
A pattern?
I may never know
And that's how I like it.
She is my enigma
Wrapped in a mystery
Within a riddle
Encased in one shell of
A hell of a human being
One hell of a
Cute human being.