Bold perspective of her profile,
two-tone-colored hair,
dressed in a Romanesque nose.
Bear false witness
between the lines of her lips,
where liner and skin mix.
Not a wrinkle born yet,
only pores, large pores
embedded with black dots of evil.
And that eye, that one eye,
a poke of fun twinkles to the world
between squinty folds of eye skin.
Her stature remains forever still,
captured melodramatically,
without a thought or a word.
