In Moments Such a This

It is in moments such as this

in which I wistfully wish for beauty.

Is that shallow?

Tell me then-

is it superficial to admire a painting?

a statue or a canvas?

The paltry shades and overtures:

each brush-stroke or chiseled feature

radiates the love of its’ creator.

How then is it shallow to want

a slender figure-

smooth porcelain skin?

The blush of Her cheek is eternally frozen.

So, tell me then:

how superficial am I

to desire to possess a

tangible

pulsating

beauty.