Art.
I saw a statue's arm today
Whose elbow took my breath away,
But then I found upon compare
Your living elbow is more fair.

Humanities.
I heard of circles in the heavens,
When Dante spoke of mechanisms,
Still, their movements don't suffice;
YOUR bend is more like paradise.

Scripture.
I felt the warmth of Saint Paul's tongue,
Which in choleric phrases rung,
But if I chose to be immersed,
The L-of-your-bow would still come first.

Poetics.
And though I tasted Wilbur's line,
And found his wordplay mighty fine,
I think my lips are better "pears"
When met with soft, blond elbow hairs.

Latin
"I smelled the angels passing through"--
But that to say, would not be true.
They're bodiless! And to wit,
I'd rather not SMELL your elbow-pit!