Her patient smile lays lightly on her lips
as though painted by Davinci, the Mona Lisa
the original
Nikki.
Her solitude has invited a boy in
and she trusts him to
disappoint and worry her.
Her days disappear into him,
and she need not worry about
being the one
in trouble
this time.
Lithely, with the grace of a Goddess,
she places her flaxen tresses
about her shoulders, and
smiles to think
that SHE is the one that he loves
CLR 2011