A Woman

The squareness of her face to me,

Represents an abstract sort of femininity

And the way her smile is not quite there

Lets me know that she has stories to share

And all the smoke and coffee and words she smells like

Is a perfume she reapplies at night

And the way she hesitates before touching me;

She is a mystery, a mystery, a mystery.

Author's Note

This is my first poem on here, what do you think?
Any criticism and comments are welcome x

Reviews

[Antoñyo]

I am so very used to the beautiful complexities of the variances these girls turn into, sometimes it helps to consider where they came from.
I enjoyed the glimpse, thanks for sharing

[Leigh]

A brilliant portrait painted of this mystery woman with just descriptions here and there on the edge of the character, which allowed this readers mind to fill in the gaps.

[Tamlin]

I love how your words make me visualize what you are writing, Additionally, the rhythm in this is very good, which makes it smooth and easy to read. You might want to look at re-wording this bit:
And all the smoke and coffee and words she smells like
Is a perfume she reapplies at night
It sounds a little clunky, but still provides a really good visual.

[Djourrisse Appleby]

Go women! Ladies do have different mysteries in them. This poem just reminds me of how awesome girls are. :)