She kept all her emotions
Monitored by a rather
Peculiar body part
Her eyebrows
They were
The distinct way
She used to communicate
I learned to read her impeccably
A sudden shift; low drop
Of dark blonde brows
Was displeasure and
Soon brooding
A quirk
Or amused twitch
Meant she liked whatever
Ridiculous pickup line I’d used
Those golden ridges became my
Guide to a mystery
I always tried
To solve