My best attempt to describe aesthetic attraction.
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Pretty as a Picture
You’re
van Gogh lovely,
A
living Starry Night;
Your
smile curves like moonlit breeze,
And
your eyes blaze with astral swirls.
Van
Goghs are built for my gaze,
Made to
enter the soul
Through
the windows.
With
coy discretion,
My eyes
take you in.
But any
museum of good standing
Will
tell you
The
cardinal rule
Of
painted beauty –
Look,
But
don’t touch.
And why
would I?
Your
roughly-swathed strokes
Would
merely scrape
My
unseeing fingers,
And to
my tongue,
You’d
taste of oil and canvas alone.
It is
only in my eyes
That
you twist into color
And
motion and magic,
So only
with my eyes
Will I
take you in.
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