The Knowledge of Beauty

When one head turns,
the other raises.

When one head raises,
the other collapses.

I take the knowledge in my hands,
the knowledge of her form.

She forms a tangled length of wire.
From the fire she takes her food.

And no goodness exhales she
on dust covered floors or windows,

but the knowledge
of beauty exhales she.

The knowledge in my hands
of she taking me in hers.

-r. miller