What homage shall I pay
to a beauty built to last
from inside out, executing the blueprints
of resistance and mercy
darting flashing eyes in soft face
and clenched fists on hips?
What homage shall I pay
to beauty insistent on truth
knows that two are not always one?
Beauty that won't deny
is itself an eye
will not rest under contemplation.
What homage shall I pay
to beauty at my side?
Your spirits' gaze impatient
to mark the possible,
to disregard the improbable,
back arched to the sublime
- I speak of these now.
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