Young Women Poem by Patti Masterman

young women perform sex as a metaphor,
thinking that a man once approached
must come to see her as his masterpiece;
the soft sculpture of all his imagination's grace.
instead, he experiments with form and harmony,
like any artist with a new, untested medium,
trying to compose an original creation for the world;
about who she is, through beauty of movement,
and just her silhouette gives him the stroke of genius
for capturing all his bold passion,
which is almost always only the symbol,
the vivid monument, to the aesthetics of union.
life too soon demands a concrete accounting,
preferring not to languish in dreams and fantasies;
and always has the same absurd questions;
about how we make use of color and scale,
because every surreal nude icon that we know of,
was wasted in an empty studio, upon film we never saw,
used up like something consumable, and discarded;
and just the faint impressions left behind
become a dazzling drug
which can slowly drive you mad.