We did not know the incredible head,
in which his wide eyes ripened. Yet even now
his torso is gleaming like a lantern,
and there his gaze, dimmed only a little,
holds fast and shines. If it did not, the surge
of his breast could not blind you, and that smile
in the slight twist of the thighs would not run
to the center, where procreation flared.
Then this stone would be deformed and blunted
under the luminous plunge of the shoulders.
It would not be glistening like lion’s fur;
it would not break out from all its edges
like a star. For there is no place here
that does not see you. You must change your life.