The Art of Bodies

I start with the eye
the first spark of life
This new creation
has such a past
what it knows
what is has seen
The nose is next
life-life features
it has scent
the other eye is drawn
unequal to it's former
but co-existing in union
My creation has life
you can see
the lips come up
such a complicated
delicate
procedure
never perfect
but she can now speak
through distorted words
and is now a she
eye brows arch in
cool expression
face shaped slim and fitting
hair is flowing
She's alive.
What her past entails.
Her neck is thin
and portioned
she speaks to me
she breathes
trying to finish the body
fail
scribble
trash
my creation
Dead.