Body beautiful

You see your body with a body's eyes
That do not go far outside of your self.
The beauty of shadows  a sun knows.
The corners are lit up only in the noon
When the spiders take to a quiet nap.

These  eyes do not come out to look
From the edge of  touch, like my fingers
That are tiny ants crawling up nowhere
But into the dip of the hills, their craters
Let down by a primeval god of thunder
A noise, a cracker from a night of love.

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