4000 Miles Away

Your cheekbones speak to the camera,

Your beauty travels the miles,

He says, 4,000 nano light years away

Or so it seems.

So you turn your head to a more flattering light

To capture the shadows

That turn you to a classic.

White against the white, white of the sham.

You love to tilt your head and look up

And know the raise of your brow

Matches the curve of you lid,

And you can stare down the lens

4000 mili seconds of miles away.

Or so it seems.

The airplanes don’t travel fast enough, or at all,

 4000 kilometers away.

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