The process,

The rhythm,

Like a gentle caress,

Like a handmade algorithm,

Base first, then brows,

Eyes and lips last,

The power such a thing endows,

Like a purification after a fast,

You make me feel like me,

Programmed into my blood,

A focus on the symmetry,

I wouldn’t not even if I could,

Ground me into my self,

Pigment, flush and beauty wealth.