The divine compass which traced the stars
left the heavens to scribe a line more delicate
than the moon's path across the crisp night sky.
No arc in heaven can match
the curve from knee to your waist.
I will abandon star gazing
and spend my nights under a roof
for I have found the truly heavenly body.
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