if my eyes beheld what he has held
I know a woman (though not well); to say
her magnitude, and it does not convey
the span of her totality. Her dress
is often not extravagant, though she
can be supremely elegant -- proclaim-
ing her begins and ends with beauty, free
of what society requires, the fame
she has accrued for wearing nothing, true
and basic and fantastic. So I wish
that I could lurk behind the eyes that view
her grace as she undresses, the delic-
iousness that is her normal, naked state;
his fortune shall not ever be my fate.
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