I’d backspace my worry lines,
Tippex my flaws,
Vellum-finish my past to let the future shine through.
My square-bracketed cheekbones,
Would be sharp and strong –
Framing my portrait with inked purpose.
I’d savour the luscious curves of my Ms,
Calligraphed over blue, semi-colon eyes,
Punctuating all that is and will be…
My lips would be full of letters,
(Of the love variety),
Pouting in Pantone 186, whispering in lorem ipsum.