the line of the throat—the swell of breast—
concaved at the waist—at the hip, convexed
like the surge of land at horizon’s end—
crescendos and subsides beneath the hand—
this was the spaded blade of leaf
this, the soaring curved firmament
this, the waveworn, salt-embowed cove
this was the domed footprint of rain.
this was the shell of a trembling egg
this, the whisper-soft feather’s edge
this, the curtsy of the fruit-laden branch
this was the disc of the sun.
