Body and Soul

Mine is a body shaped for tender loving

languid in length, soft in composition.

It has never known hunger

nor the thirst of the desert.

The smooth skin of the palms attests

to a life of leisure.

 

This body is beauty.

The lips were made to kiss,

the eyes to gaze into.

The waist was shaped with the intention

that another’s arm would circle around it.

There is a hollow under the collarbone

shaped for a head to rest.

 

Mine is a mind that hovers

on a duality of independence and isolation.

It is an Artemisian wilderness

Moonlight on the dance of a single sorceress

bathed in virginal glory.

 

Mine is a mind of cathedral caverns

in which dwell, deep and still, silent lakes.

The longer I remain hidden from the sun,

The less I see color, the less I see light.

I scream out, but the reverberations that return

to me are further evidence

of how alone I am.

 

 

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