Sweet Cheeks
Pointed slopes of obtuse angles,
More like a cute angle,
Are more than right.
Pink as roses, white as snow
Red like poppies
Burnt sienna rogue
Everywhere there are new
Ways to look at a
Fresh face, we try so hard.
Today, those angles are
Juicy peach
Lemon leaches bleach away.
Tomorrow I'll be new angles
and you can say
How they aren't true angles
But I'll know these cheeks
Are perfect.