Kate Upton

She balances the bottle between breasts
blossoming in flourescent lights, bouncing
off pearly flesh; the pearly gates open.
“Walk into Nirvana’s light,” they beckon
beneath the glittery dress, cleaved to reveal
ivory clouds–horizon of Paradise.

Her human tongue defies her fairy face,
fashioned lavishly with smiles sent freely
to every soul without a plastic coat.
Grace undamaged by chemicals, glamour
with nature’s blessing, beauty that enthralls
lonely men into teenage fantasies.