Godlike, in every essence, For your masterpiece is one. A vision of simple making With details unending. I caught a droplet of your sweat From one highlighted shoulder Deep in the gleam of fading sunlight, In awe of the moon, Soon to come, Soon to show How lakes can form from exercise, upon your toes. As I, the admirer To the breasts that clash against the other Like the swinging, tolling bell In a wedding of sorts, To the entertainment of a pair Of flapping lids, Wearing each memory to what you've hid Behind a heart, To the arms that flail, Neither disordered nor entangled By the way you glide, Creating miles of grace. Wear a necklace To your bosom, While a brooch ties itself Against a stray piece of cloth About the curvature That casts long fields and orchards Over the soil, fragrant Earth That you are, By every star To highlight your form beneath the fullest evening.