Beauty is the line;
the delineation, the conformation,
the defining from the tumult of the scene.
Beauty is defined.

Beauty is what is lusted for.
Beauty is what is never obtained
for the line is changed by the taking.

Beauty is not virtue.
Beauty is the line of the bowed head
and cupped hands in the presence of virtue.

Beauty is an ugly word.
Say it. It has been destroyed for us, by us;
its connotations pimped, fouled.

Sensuous is the line.
Say it! Is it not ....beautiful? Ha! Ha!
Feel the lines your lips define. Say it!

Sensuous is the word
that defines the line; the inner line
from upper thigh to Medial Malleolus.

Sensuous are the lines
that define receding, undulating ridges
falling away from green to blue to gray mist.

Sensuous is the line.
Sensuous is the line by what it defines.
Sensuous is the line