le Jardin, 1962, by Max Ernst
He is one given to meticulous detail,
appreciates boundaries, and topography.
He has an eye for cityscapes, rolling hills-
the arches and clefts.
He sees beauty in the world
where others see the mundane.
Everywhere the lines and curves
converge for him and they come to life.
A rivers path carved out of the land
over time reveals swaying hips.
In rolling hills he sees the waves of hair
falling over shoulders and too the fullness
of breasts and the cleavage that runs between
the rounded tops that softens out into the larger plains.
In the contours of it all he sees her face,
her long white legs and feels her every bit alive.
He believes he is the luckiest man for he sees
his woman is everywhere.
Michael A. Wells