More Than Cosmetics Poem by John Sensele

A woman's worth dwarfs the drama on her face
The dimples on her high cheekbones, the stitches of a plastic surgeon
The firmness of her boobs, the curves in her bust, the lace
In her blouse, the tightness of her jeans, the pigeon
She cherishes, the dude she dates, the junk food she eats
The nudity she flaunts, the gait in her swagger
The bling on her slender neck, the tattoos on her tits
The odor of her teeth, the glass ceiling she cuts, the slang of her toddler
The hairdo she dons, the headboard of the bed in which she rests
The recliner in which she rejuvenates, the dough in her account
The number of clutchbags she owns, how many ponies her mates mount.
A woman's assets indeed exceed seeds of her parts
Important as parts are, parts pale in the face of a woman's tarts.