Your Body was Puzzling, by Maxwell Bodenheim

Your Body was Puzzling

Your body was puzzling, like a half-made figure
Till the final shaping of your voice came
And riotous secrets of lines curved out
And trembled upon your limbs.
Then silence touched your body to motion:
Your limbs released fleeing andantes of pain
And your heart flung little crescents of budding caresses
Into the waiting hunger of your eyes. - Maxwell Bodenheim

Maxwell Bodenheim