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.