No airbrushing there
Lines radiate from the corner of her eyes
And mouth
Mapping
A lifetime of kissing
Weeping
Speaking
She wears her state of mind proudly
On a face
Framed by a stirling mane
Atop a body well lived
No slave to narcissism
She revels in the joys
Of self discovery
For she
Who knows herself
Content
Will never lack mystery