two marbles blinked
and stared,
marveling at the wondrous visions
inside her mind.
the arches
of her brows,
so frail -
so concise -
furrowed like a busy caterpillar
longing for metamorphosis.
a shimmering wheat field of strands
caressed her
jawline so
graciously,
wild and free
just like her soul;
*wanderlust for an eternity