Her Face Is Printable

Her face is printable Publishable But manageable? Please! Her hair is the hair of thousands Only interesting to a cat Who wants to nest in it. I see the redness on her bottom lip and I see she is more than alive. She is raring to dance the tango. Do I know what to do now or am I frozen? The fascination leads me right up to her face. Your face is printable and publishable I tell her. She looks through me. I am sad now. I thought we might have been friends. Suddenly her face takes on a new light. Ugly and closed. I walk away sadly.