She Is An Art Museum - Poem by Shahid Sarwar
She is an art museum
With everything classic.
Bone china, glazed porcelain,
Well chiseled organic wares:
Pride of the ceramist and craftsman’s skill.
The head, a box camera with a pair of
Blue lenses allowing entrance
To compatible images only.
Pink marble cheeks unruffled by the
Amorous advances. Poise and balance
A crystal reflection upon inner stasis.
Yet! A restless liquid form
Defying definite settlement
On the leaves of her visitors’ book.
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