Loving A Statue

Loving A Statue

Cold eyes–
Never smile.
Stoic at best.

Covered cast–
Stone solid cement.
Compressed paste.

Hands crumble —
From my touch,
No words to comfort.

Coated eyes —
Plaster bare.
Look at me with love.

Confessions of truth,
vessel set in mortar.
Lime dust crusts my skin.

Mucilage keeps my feet,
glued — an invisible aegis.
Marble bent — gazing at me.

Granite crumbling–
I lay beneath fragments,
inhaling the ashes.

My eyes close —
dissolving in your mass.
Pulverized heap —
two statues in silent soot.

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Sharing the twistings, and musings that twirl in my mind. Hoping others can relate, or at least enjoy... To know more about me personally you can visit my website at Mind Retrofit.
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