Your Face

whispy flutterIng golden strands,
baby whisps waiting to be pLucked from their birth,

dark sOul less depths trapped inside glassy captiVe balls of blue,
central trunk of structurE kinked at youth,
flushed balloons of embarrassed beautY,
cherry lusciOus smears over crisp white pearls,
slender and elegant stem of beaUty.