Forever Abreast of Loveliness
She knew the way to make us laugh, this clown
From Beauty Land, and always made us smile
Until she left to go where she came down
From. Lips were always open, partly, while
She looked at us—or rather at the lens
That loved her almost focused as we felt
About her teeth and mouth. Her glance could cleanse
Despite their sticky red with white. Love’s welt
That lipstick was, a wound that healed our eyes
And hearts. Her own pure teeth just barely peeped
From glossy paper and the screen: surprise
Was at her beck and call. It always leaped
Out from that calendar or print, because
She was the purpose of esthetics’ laws.