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
On the page
In the age
Of this place.

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