His body is a work of art
He shimmers in my museum
Of wondrous creations
His swagger is detail-oriented
His tigerskin eyes are full of emotion
I’m in awe over his pinkish-brown lips
His beard blossoms in the light
He is perfectly proportioned
The color of his skin is rich
And filled with oil-slick strokes
There is motion in his form
There is passion rising
From his artistic gallery