Naked Integral

Eyes stretch and trace lines,

etchings

of some

ethereal

handiwork,

beauty

ephemeral.

Sacred

calligraphy

in the hard brushstrokes

that outline

the skin mountains

capped with coffee-colored

flat-brimmed fedoras,

adorning your chest

as signs of maturity,

eventually maternity.

The unseen hand

that formed them

must have quivered

as it joined the dots

between upper

and lower torsos.

Tortoise slow,

the painstaking

pace

to craft

fleeting perfection.