Like Music

Your body’s motion is like music;  
 Her stride ecstatical and bright  
Moves to the rhythm of dumb music,  
 The unheard music of delight.  
 
The silent splendor of the creation  
 Speaks through your body’s stately strength,  
And the lithe harmony of beauty  
 Undulates through its lovely length.  
 
And rhythmically your bosom’s arches,  
 Alternately, with every breath  
Lift lifeward in long lines of beauty,  
 And lapse along the slopes of death.