Ink

She is a work of art
Like a walking tapestry 
On her flesh I see the world
That was once invisible to me

She is a moving illustration 
Art hasn't taken a more beautiful form
She has all the bad weather
And also the shelter from the storm

She is an adorned canvas
A beacon to originality
Concepts I could only imagine
I'm trapped inside the beauty 

Hers is a painted chapel
A story told in every contour 
And when I start to investigate
I'm stuck and only want to learn some more

By LukeCoomer  ©