The paradox is
that in her nakedness
she finds privacy.
We see skin but cannot
look within. A line
of darkness divides
her symmetry.
The mystery will
not open for us.
She is an entrance
you cannot enter.
The paradox is
that in her nakedness
she finds privacy.
We see skin but cannot
look within. A line
of darkness divides
her symmetry.
The mystery will
not open for us.
She is an entrance
you cannot enter.
When an eyeful sees nothing. – mh clay