All of Me

I am the sum of the equation
My lover tells me;
He builds exhibitions like dolls' houses,
Lovingly tended with tweezers.
I don't attend but wait for reviews:
"Her legs are cornerstones –
Pumice waiting to be worn down by waves"
Who will appreciate the tiny, miniature me?
Who will dress me in polka dot raincoats?
Critics come and go like weary travel agents;
I am flown around the world,
Magazines feature me,
Women mimic & men swoon.
He states: 'This is all of me' –
But I save some for a real collector.
In white nacre; my glove-box grown wild;
Priceless.