You are heathen. Naked. Wild.
You astound me with your clumsy grace.
Your every move is dance.
You are liquid.
Cry, and your arms mourn.
Smile, and your legs laugh.
Take delight in your body.
Your body. Yours.
Watch out for the monster in men.
One day, a clumsy boy
will admire your grace.
He will love you, I hope,
as I love you now.
He will give you, I hope,
as much joy
as he takes.