Vitruvian Woman

I could have stood there forever
Holding me captive meeting my own eyes in the mirror

I knew that if for a moment I broke eye contact
I would shatter into pieces
Thighs belly feet shoulders hands hips
Separate fall away rid of them lost
So right now I don’t look down
At the shape of a body that I can’t love
At least not yet

Instead
I search my eyes because
They’re the only part of me that’s perfect

Don’t fail me soul windows
Don’t fail me silent receivers of the world
Don’t ever let me doubt you. too

The spheres align in that consuming gaze