Carrara Marble

Just the parts that you're forced to reveal

For the sake of greetings and eating and

Commerce and other normal primate 

Activities 

                Just those most basic defining

Primate parts that inspired the digital 

Age that you can't hide except in gloves 

For the love of all things beautiful 

It is merely dutiful of me to report

In obnoxious tedium that the only

Medium worthy of attempting to

Capture the elegance of your fingertips

The fair turns of your wrist as you pick

Up your hair and expose with grace

The fair features of your neck and face

The only chance is in Carrara Marble

Your likeness itself is a rare marvel

And yet it pales in comparison to the 

Whole of you and what you can do with

Just your eyes sympathizing showing

Willingness to listen to what others

Are missing and thus christening

Opportunities for new solutions 

To be formed 

                       New ways for the crowd

To be informed by your translation 

Facilitating conversations with

A smirk of a smile meanwhile hiding

The fair angle of your cheek

For a curious observer to seek

And though you allow no one to speak

Of it in your presence the lines

Of your chin define perfection

Cities were erected around statues

Of their chosen god or goddess

And yet here you are walking among us

Concealing your features so that

Lesser creatures aren't shocked

To encounter a deity so plainly 

Going about her business as if

We who exist in your presence 

Aren't nourished by your mere existence 

And I get this must be exhausting 

All powers come with a cost and

To reveal the real beauty that

You dutifully cover would draw so

Much attention that even the mention

Of it bores you 

                          You don't have mind

For every random poet know-it-all to

Point out that you're absolutely divine
How could you even find the time to 
Fairly address the mess it would cause
If members of the average public saw
The radiant glory of you 
                                           I'm betting at
This point you're confused as to why I'm
Obsessing
                  Why is this weirdo trying to 
Teach me a lesson about the defense 
Mechanism I have built to defend
Against anyone extending a compliment 
Because it's programming reinforcing a spell 
That you tell yourself every time you 
Get complimented which from the
Looks of it is probably quite often and it
Seems from an outside observer's 
Perspective that you choose to hide
From attention that would act as
A detriment to your humility perhaps
Because that's where your ability to 
Connect and reflect in meaningful ways
Stays rooted so your humble shrine 
Of inspiration stays protected as any
Effort to note your beauty is rejected
Which then leaves your ego feeling neglected 
All for the sake of the love of your art
And then that right there is the part that makes 
You ascend beyond the reach of mortals
And carve your own identity in stone
Your every effort is defining where the
River of civilization flows winding 
                                                           Your
Legacy and the frequency with which
You can produce works fuses history with
Your essence letting the record know
Of your presence in the time line 
Where humbly and nobly you define
The boundary of what is understood
About beauty 
                        So even if it's rude of
Me to point it out to you I feel like I
Might be able to help diffuse the magic
That you've bound yourself to in tragic 
Ways in order to make your days bearable 
And perhaps you never felt it was sharable
But yet the other day in such a casual way
You chose to say to me that you'd been
Bullied about your hair by boys who couldn't 
Help but stare and had to make up a lame
Reason so that they didn't get harassed by
Their chump friends about having a crush
On you but of course you were talented
And intelligent so you went about your normal
Routine but now with a barrier between you
And the chumps too dumb to understand 
Why the very thought of you was driving
Them mad to the point where they 
Felt the need to mention you as an 
Anomaly forcing you to defend your
Sanctity by retreating and in doing so
Generating an animosity to those who
Can't help but notice your exceptionality
So you disguise it and instead choose
To lead with your personality and
It's fantastic 
                     If I could go back in time
And find those bullies before they insulted
You I wouldn't because without them you
Couldn't have developed to exactly what you
Are now
               Endowed with the wisdom to know
How to protect from overexposing your
Audience to your mesmerizing perfections
The sweetest of all of the finest confections
Can't compare to a smile that freely you share
And Carrara Marble is the only material
That bares a chance at capturing your
Ethereal image