Your Body Was Puzzling Poem 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.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: body
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Maxwell Bodenheim

Maxwell Bodenheim

Mississippi / United States
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