Joy
The body in stillness has its own song
For hands alone to hear
Stone in shadow and wing-beat of swallow
Collarbone and the pulse behind the ear
The absence of fear of touch is a voice
That only lips can read
The eyebrow of remembering arches
comes slowly down
to need
Translations from the English 
Beautiful
Thanks E!
So very wonderful…graceful and evocative. Just lovely!
Thank you!