Nor shall you pass unnoticed in these verses
for you are all that's known. The second person
is object of an ideal, the incommensurate
heavens revolve. I'm loving the simple poetry
of her body beneath the veil, the transparency
of the clouds before the Sun. You are ubiquitous
in the world and ever-present, your presence
is like that of the air. I cannot breathe in
without hearing your spirit, the quick exercises
of your muscles in the morning, the dim rising
stars and the wisps of clouds. I have noticed
the shape of your tongue, the rounded contour of
your hips. Lover, you are all that I know
in the songs my body writes without willing.
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