Calves, chiseled:
convexity,
concavity.

Buttocks cut
as if by Michelangelo’s
knife.

Limbs speaking
golden ratios: intelligent.
geometric.

To move
is to embody
and engulf perfection,

the mirror beckoning
with shapes so ideal
they are erotic.

He devours himself,
second by second,
an aesthetic autophagy –

bones, tendons, muscles;
then creates himself anew
flexing a muscle,

conjuring his moving image
for his own pleasure,
propelling up,

down,
everywhere
he finds himself.

Francine Rubin’s chapbook, Geometries, was published last year by Finishing Line Press. Her work has recently appeared in Border Crossing, Coin Opera 2 (Sidekick Books), and Spiral Orb, and her poem “Sacagawea” was the third place winner in Calyx Press’ 2013 Flash Fiction contest. A former dancer and ballet teacher, she now works as the Associate Director of the Learning Center at SUNY Purchase College, where she also teaches writing. More poems and thoughts appear at http://francinerubin.tumblr.com.