Beauty proves the body
Is a transitional object
A bridge or doorway to the mystery
As it unfolds through the centuries
How it invokes the eye and ear
With its flashes of lightening
The still evolving blood
Touched by an inner light
With planetary implications
The body mirroring the body
Of the stars and sun as one
But how the body loves the moon
The first place love can happen
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