Love Poems and Others/Michael-Angelo

​MICHAEL-ANGELO

God shook thy roundness in His finger’s cup,He sunk His hands in firmness down thy sides,And drew the circle of His grasp, O Man,Along thy limbs delighted, thine, His bride’s.
And so thou wert God-shapen: His fingerCurved thy mouth for thee, and His strong shoulderPlanted thee upright: art not proud to seeIn the curve of thine exquisite form the joy of the Moulder?
He took a handful of light and rolled a ball,Compressed it till its beam grew wondrous dark,Then gave thee thy dark eyes, O Man, that allHe made had doorway to thee through that spark.
God, lonely, put down His mouth in a kiss of creation,He kissed thee, O Man, in a passion of love, and leftThe vivid life of His love in thy mouth and thy nostrils;Keep then the kiss from the adultress’ theft.

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