Our body is not our own
Put on display 
For even me
To admire

Statues of iron clad
Armour to deflect
Passing comment
Carrying light

Though many rooms
Filled with iron bars
Temples to lay down
Our wanton desires

Pass by crowded rooms
By night vacated
Staring at screens
Music blaring in ears

To happen upon
Empty streets 
Dogs walking owners
Offerings under feet

Though many rooms
Filled with crowded bars
Goggles bottom of glass
Light in dark places

Scales fall from eyes
No shape, word or smile
Can evade the simple
Truth be told of her

Only what matters
Not behind glass
Or resting on bars
Unseen by my eyes