Beauty Queen

Who's this beauty queen plastered across my movie screen?

Some groovy queen captured in my lucid dream? 

Fused so fluently with space, no truant seams, is this what cupid brings to me?

Is there an arrow in my spine, laced with valentines, or valiant lines

Of love, my heart was calloused blind, but now the skin is peeling, hurt is healing

From the puncture wounds, like holes poked into ballot lines

But now there are colors on my palate, I can paint this perfect Alice

With words, my paintbrush is a stray pen, or cramped keyboard

Or lost sharpee, or a bleeding sea horse

Most of my poems about you are only finished three-forths of the way

But today I'm feeling something other than the normal grey

Like all my troubles went away

Your' hair is flowing black, like peering down an endless crack

In the surface of the planet, a magnet capturing my eyes

Your face is a prize, two soft brown eyes sandwiched between 

Smile stained cheek bones and a frontal lobe over which your hair flows

A nose that knows not to shadow two perfects lips equipped with a lasso

To real me in, your chin is small and round, when it drops those lip unlock

To make a holy sound, song swaying from tongue swinging from teeth and gums

What's next, a neck holding erect this face that lets me know I could face death

Two perfect breasts rest atop a breathing chest, moving with every beat, slightly

Two arms stretch down in perfect womanly physique and attach to sleek fingers

Abdomin thin, no flab or fatty skin, just a fit body, your hips are thick

But not too thick, muscular they sit, on top of knees and ankles, down

to perfect feet that anchor your to earth just like a tree

Beautiful girl, you look unreal, are you just another robot

Full of wires and made of steal? 

Are you just another spoke along this twisted wheel?

No I think you are for real! No I think your made of skin,

and flesh and bones and breath and several tones of beautiful vibrations

You may not be the one, but your the source of my elation

And that's worth the waiting, through the painful rainfalls