Beholding

A margin in an outline drawn
a stamp the perfect form of mint
for that shine no others fit
 
A mold that will draw the eye
and stands outside envy and chide
Gods hold an accolade
 
For a Godiva bare she comes
tresses hide her generous charms
and ride through all, no sense of shame
 
Show what ideals could achieve
a spouse so snubbed
taxes that should be repeeled
 
Not to pillory but cheer
for woman built of iron will
a form for history to acclaim
   
That whistfull exibition
each age it drew the curve and shape
the bolster and chisel  in marble and in slate
 
 Flesh carries a glow  
it moves with a bounce and dance
and signals without need to speek
 
Bare of clothes for justice sake
strip away all sense of shame
the iron shod to show all peers
 
The magnets of my will are weak
all turned away but one would betray
 be the TOM  and peep that day
 
Not to femininity be tied  
A godess for that time provide
That snapshot strike me blind