Idealist Poem by Isaak DeMaio

Nice skin, nice teeth,
not known
but not too alone.

Eyes worth staring at,
hands worth holding,
arms worth grabbing,
that own unique style.

A sense of humor,
a sarcastic touch,
a pinch of bitch
that's all curled up.

Hair's always fresh,
makeup not needed,
nothing too obnoxious
but can get a little excited.

The face: a book,
myself: the pen.
Not just another chapter,
the start of a whole new story.

Not too religious,
hasn't gone around,
not perfect but imperfect,
except for that one little flaw.