Reflective surfaces are always at odds
Whenever they encounter your likeness.
Denial or utter awe, they’re always
In sixes and sevens, stunned, transfixed.
Maybe some time spent with the gods
Will shade some light on your finesse.
Meanwhile get drunk on the praise
Poured to you in droves, reverence unmatched.
The hollows in both your cheeks
Symmetrically affixed, make you one for keeps.
A simple parting of your lips
Warms and mellows the hearts of skeptics.
You are incomparable
Ravishing, luscious and hell delectable.