Picture perfect

		I find my desire resting
		In drawings -
		For they are,
		I suppose,
		Picture perfect.
		Her features just so fantastic
		And everything just right.

		My desires rest on her
		For more than one reason -
		For she is to me
		A perfect woman -
		And also a representation
		Of a perfect and simple world -
		One of fantasy.

		Reality too has its beauty -
		But I am weak;
		It involves others -
		It takes a chance.

		For the moment I take what I can
		From this world in my mind.
		But who do I damage?