Song of Myself

The secrets of my eyes
Are many
I know what came before
I know what is
I know what comes after

So do you
So do I

The ocean waves churn
In my blood
The desert sands sparkle
In my smile
The lush fruit of creation nestles
Beneath my belly
Between my hips

I am power
Religion
Birth
Death
Perfection of the human bodies
In Renaissance oils
Voluptuous
And beautiful

I lounge upon
A leather couch

Contented, wise,
And omniscient

Come closer
And I will reveal to you
The many secrets of my eyes