Observe the posture, curvature overture.
A fine ratio simply made.
A twist of the hips, shoulders square.
Eyes that look from everywhere.
All those sharp angles on such a soft thing.
A fine display simply made.
Every degree in use.
Art for its own sake.
But with your added direction,
my closer inspection,
tells me what I knew before.
Inspiration born of physical form is expected.
As it should be.
So treasure more the beauty.
Living in this reality.
Who can see,
Cry superficial all you like.
But deep down you know I’m right