The Body in the Looking GlassYour eyes are like a frozen ocean,More Like This
Wrapped in solid snow;
Black lacquered peaks of endless pines
Hinder the cliff-side show.
The hills beneath your soul’s windows,
Raise your low-plained cheeks.
Your hooked and bulbous, tear-drop nose
Inspires what they seek.
Pillowed lips like daffodils,
A neck as white as lilies
Protect your throat of aching ice
And bury it with ease.
Your skin emits a pale glow,
One that pulls at sunlight’s rise.
The valley of your waist curls in
Electrifying wand’ring eyes.
Your legs are thin but stable trunks
That hold you to the earth.
But they are nothing to your blind, tough wings
That raise you up into the clouds,
To your true and humble hearth.