Art(ificial)

What a naturally beautiful woman needs:

You may not need—
physical support:
makeup, lipstick, perfume
fancy clothes, high-heeled shoes
a push-up bra, a mini skirt
a hairdo of pomp
and circumstance

Pouty lips, poses in a mirror,
a camera in hand,
selfies of selfish reflection—
“I’m so important.”

A picture can say
so much more
than a manufactured persona.

Not art(ifice)
just art.

You may not need—
emotional support:
a cat, a dog
(Maybe they’re good for you.)
A man who uses you—
a clinging substitute
for emotional credibility—
never enough.

No mirror
as your lover.

There’s no meaning
in art(ificialities);
only the work
of creating meaning
from them.

You probably need—
a bible—
or your version of beliefs,
a believer,
a supporter,
a true to life companion.

You do need—
beliefs: a compass,
purpose: a path,
goals: a horizon,

a pursuit of a life
worth living,
staying true
to your morals
through the lost compass
of today’s immediacy
and superficiality.

As a poetic device,
those may be simplistic observations,
binary thinking,
but, what I do know is:

You’re beautiful
as you are—
not art(ifice),
but living art.

Call me Art—
One who honors
subtlety, nuance,
respect, and intimacy.

Art is a witness
in word, expression,
and deed.

I’ll stand with you,
a believer,
a companion
who sees the real You.

Art(ful) beauty
lives where love begins
and blossoms.

I’m proud
to be an art(ist).

Because Love is Art—
and Art loves You.

You’re beautiful
as you are

Not Art(ifice)
maybe just Art.

I will be there
for you.

You only need
a believer
for an authentic existence,
and a companion
who truly appreciates
the You.

Not Art(ifice)
Art

Is that my name?
Just call me…

Art—
Someone who sees and honors
the real You,

in subtlety, nuance,
respect, and intimacy.

Art is a witness
in words, expressions,
and deeds.

Not Art(ifice)
just simply
me—Art.

Art(ful) beauty lives
where love begins
and blossoms.

I’m proud
to be
an Art(ist).

Because Love
is Art.

And Art
Loves You.