Liberty

A frosty thatch atop vivid complexion,

Though through the right eyes; a tasty confection.

Rather unnoticed: each bristle that falls.

Tis' when they're together they truely enthrall.

Some prefer parts, and others the Cesar.

The sky loves them both, for either will please her.

Reviews

[d. c. smith]

the first line leads me to believe you are nodding to your hair; is it still gray in some parts? so interesting. but again, the last line is my particular favorite.