The Statue

What powers bestowed on you that nonchalant walk?

They must have sung praises to your

prepossessing body

the fair feathery fuzz of your earlobes

the gentle plains of your chest

and your thick, muscular neck.

A flexed deltoid takes me by surprise.

Startle me with a kiss on the back of my neck,

then just under my ear.

Be the explorer of my everywhere and

let us make accidental Renaissance art

at the sight of which even Rodin would kick himself.

Let’s redefine human form, the act of love.

Naturally beautiful,

naturally mine.

My nostrils readapting to your balmy heat.

Recreate me, mold me like a sculptor.

Flesh reacting to touch in a feedback loop

to your hoarse but gentle moans

mysterious osmosis

I tried to carve an effigy of you,

but the chisel

LIED.

© Lola Sense 2021

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