His dream girls were beautifully inked,

Images etched within images,

Yet he chose

Welcome mats, kitty cats and charity tat.
His dream girls were abstract and colourful,

Twirling in blues, reds and pinks,

Yet he chose

Straight lace, translucent face and steady pace.
His dream girls were confident,

Staring straight down the lens,

Yet he chose

Fears, tears and three tiers.
His dream girls were ideals,

Painted, presented and invented,

So he chose

Truth, found within me.