mannequins (III)

her jaw line is prominent, 
her smile a perfect ten, 
her nose not too little 
or too bent.

her eyes shine but not 
the way I’m used to; 
her eyes shine with the
glow of the wild. 

year after year I lay my gaze 
on these ethereal mazes.
year after year I try and make 
myself look like them, 
a sight to be held with amaze.