Beautiful

I wish
for once
a woman
could see

beauty in three dimensions.

I said, "you're beautiful,"
and though your name includes
your hair; your heart; your mind;
you somehow think
I've complimented your shell.

When a man first sees beauty,
it is volume he perceives--
the capacity of beauty--
but so many women
are only half full.

But your volume brims
like the foam on
a root beer float.

Your skin is but an enticing shell
to a whole cone of ice cream.

Your voice is
Your touch is
Your mind is
Your love is
Beautiful.