Renoir Lips
The Renoir lips and voltage eyes of blue,
The shock of Tintoretto hair, two-toned
In depths of blond and old-gold hue
(As subtle as a shadowed Rembrandt, honed
With strokes of perfect oils) define the head.
The HD download lashes long and thick
Near irises a sundown sky has shed
Are also like Monet, dark-light and quick.
The compact shoulders in the polo shirt,
A deep pool tint that Hockney might desire,
Are matched in cuteness by a nose as pert
As cherubs in a Christmas angels’ choir.
I smile at what I wrote. This just can’t be—
He’s taking notes on sociology.