phase in face

A Phase In The Face

Each frond and whorl,

Each twist and curl,

Is a phase

In the maze

Of the face

Of the girl.

Each ear and eye,

Each smile and sigh,

Are turned to

View

The new

Face where comparisons die.

Each mind and voice,

Each wish and choice,

Hope for that

Cat

With the hat

And Rolls Royce.

Each heart and desire,

Each emotion and fire,

Burn and

Return

To the sight where gazes retire.

Each happening and scene,

Each camera and screen,

Hunt for the chick

Too quick

And too slick

To be seen.

Each angle and curve,

Each straight and swerve,

Add to the collection

Of her great perfection

That bachelors yearn to observe.

Each letter and word,

Each thing ever heard,

Hang in the air

Under the glare

Of besotted stare

For lengths of time absurd.

Each bone,

Each piece of musculature and tone,

Place her above the rest,

Treasure from the chest

Seated on the throne.

Each quirk and shift in face,

Each path the fingers trace,

Are a stage

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