Though I'm modest as most,
I couldn't help noticing
certain parts of the statues
have been polished
to a high sheen
by passing hands
as the centuries passed.
If it's a form of worship
it's not much odder
or more perverse
than the saint's stone toe
kissed to a stub by fervent lips.
And even though Plato
suspected art almost as much
as he suspected the body's curves,
he did assert Desire
could lead to the True
and Beautiful.
Therefore
I choose to believe that mortals
pausing here to cup a marble
breast or buttock
were doing their best
to grasp the Ideal—
and their foolish gestures
made it shine more brightly.
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