Her face explodes in detailed memories
Posted: July 13th, 2007, 6:53 pm
That stairwell victory of Samothrace—
stop. Beauty like I’m never more to trace.
Her face explodes in detailed memories—
stop. Beauty like I’d never seen before:
I set my face on her, ascended to
her slowly, nike foot so quietly
by nike foot on white-worn marble stairs
not too unlike some pilgrimage to Rome—
idolatry and blasphemy perhaps,
but God what beauty!— something holy wraps –
it must – a matted visage bright as chrome
whose face stares unforgettably, who shares
no likeness otherwise extant, who freely
shuns a bodied countenance, who
so deftly drops her arms, embracing more
with space than armored muscle— stop, oh please.
stop. Beauty like I’m never more to trace.
Her face explodes in detailed memories—
stop. Beauty like I’d never seen before:
I set my face on her, ascended to
her slowly, nike foot so quietly
by nike foot on white-worn marble stairs
not too unlike some pilgrimage to Rome—
idolatry and blasphemy perhaps,
but God what beauty!— something holy wraps –
it must – a matted visage bright as chrome
whose face stares unforgettably, who shares
no likeness otherwise extant, who freely
shuns a bodied countenance, who
so deftly drops her arms, embracing more
with space than armored muscle— stop, oh please.