You want to create beautiful things
works of detailed art and diamond fucking rings
You want your face to be perfect
Porcelain. Pristine.
radiating a poison
which captivates them in a dream
You want your bones
draped in satiny skin
jutting out in all the right places
taunting the world with sin
Your eyes bright and beautiful
Lush.
You want the entire world
in your bejeweled clutch
Every person you glide by
to halt and to gawk
out of jaw-dropping bewilderment
of how you look when you talk
The slight of your lips
your gaze in your stare
the way you brush your lithe fingers
through your luxurious hair
And you wake up, you realize
in tragic defeat
What you want and obsess is just out of reach
You can never be beauty-full
as full of beauty as she.