Torso

In a torso that gazed at us facelessly.
It was light from the marbled inside.

Apollo lost a face but not dark center
Where procreation flared for beauty.

While love was in the center of body,
It has not a place that does not love.

( reading Rilke’s beautiful poem The Archaic Torso of Apollo)

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