Your body has no flaw.
That must be a lie!
Maud Gonne had big hands,
Angela’s temper never opened doors.

Your body has no flaw.
I look for one daily,
the darkness of the valley,
the climb to your jaw.

Your body has no flaw.
I part the earth and sky
I witness birth
I pray at a bleeding door.

Your body has no flaw.
The black shag neither.
Nor the blue heron at prayer.
You live outside the law.

Your body has no flaw,
buttocks breast and thigh,
curved ankles where I lie;
your calves, another shore.

Your body has no flaw.

'Sara' from Doubtless: New and Selected Poems (Craig Potton Publishing, 2008), © Sam Hunt 2008, used by permission of the author. Recording from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archives (2004).

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