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