Bodies

When people imagine and lust

The naked body of another human,

They fail to visualize the many

Lines of scars, leaving imprints

Of a past too unbearable to think of.

They fail to visualize the many

Freckles dotted on a person's body,

Creating constellations across their skin.

The don't visualize the many

Birth marks, bruises, or moles.

We have idolized a smooth canvas

Of perfect blankness that does not

accurately represent a human body.

Even the best attempts at sculpting

Naked bodies have come out cracked,

Chipped, and faded with time.

A once perfect nose has become

Crooked and a once perky breast

Has drooped from the wither of time.

We have created an illusion of beauty

From nothing, when we hold the stars

In our eyes and the world in our hearts.