It was art
the golden cover of shower on top
the umbrella that shielded the face of Eros.
It was all art
The white fitted nails that reflect the purity of souls to come,
souls that its hands would carry
It was all heart
Heart that made you shy,
hide away beneath the well-inked shade of your graceful brown skin
hiding your face from the sight of mere mortals
allowing these edged black brows brush me away into forests of thoughts
like an enchantment, I was lost
lost to the ripples in your golden umbrella cap
like an artist seeking the source of art
I sought to see you,
to see you more
but you decline
now and again
for your natural face is beyond art
for the feel of you is beyond hearts
for the thoughts of you would be all hearts
for the sight of your face to mere mortals
would drive the sanest man insane
