They should love me, so they should
Long and slender, short but good
Have I got it, what they need
Lust for beauty, not to breed
Sharp, in context, understood
Lovely wordings, so I would
Much perception, live beneath
Rusty weapon, sharpened sheath
Played against you, harp and string
Notes I give you, words I'd sing
Head so clouded, feet on earth
Destined wholesome, since that birth
Wide in image, not in hips
Perfect toenails, fingertips
Hollowed cheekbones, not in flesh
Simply lost on simple breath
Not to say perfection lingers
Once again I'm drawn by fingers