The design of the vine.
The light on the girl.
The ancient, ancient, ancient, world.
Some need to drop their clothes.
They don’t have one of those:
A lovely face with a lovely nose.
Some need to expose
Their sad, angry vanity.
They lose their clothes—and their sanity.
But this one has a face
More beautiful than disgrace.
This one has a face lovelier than
Things others might do to a man.
This one has a body, too—
Which plays sad music.
Maybe she will play for you.
