Our Bodies

By Denise Levertov

Our bodies, still young under
the engraved anxiety of our
faces, and innocently

more expressive than faces:
nipples, navel, and pubic hair
make anyway a

sort of face: or taking
the rounded shadows at
breast, buttock, balls,

the plump of my belly, the
hollow of your
groin, as a constellation,

how it leans from earth to
dawn in a gesture of
play and

wise compassion-
nothing like this
comes to pass
in eyes or wistful
I have

a line or groove I love
runs down
my body from breastbone
to waist. It speaks of
eagerness, of