Profiling a Portrait
I tend to sneak peeks at her
while she’s serious and focused.
Childish and perhaps even
a bit creepy, I know.
Sometimes her mouth hangs open,
like she’s voicing low-tones.
I side-eye her profile and
tickle-kiss her cheeks in my mind.
I love that so much of her face
is on the front of her face.
Ridiculous sounding, and
super, superficial, I know.
But at the surface level,
we like what we like, don’t we?
It’s all about symmetry and
features being where we expect.
When viewed from the side, she’s pretty
like a Susan B. Anthony coin.
Probably a poor metaphor
for objectification, I know.
Susan’s mouth is turned down in a
perpetual frown from so many fights.
But most of her face is
on the front, where it should be.
Much like the woman I peek at
as she’s set to join the battle.
I admire every freckle,
every imperfection that perfects her.
at the surface, I know.
But every angle taken reflects
a masterpiece rising in relief.
Like Hathor, she holds the Nile
in the sky at spring equinox.