Poetry

Pygmalion’s Folly

Her limbs were like a warm stone…
Washed by the sunlight, but unyielding, cold.
Unseeing eyes…closed with tears.
Body hungry to be touched by living flesh.
Embers of hope smoldered in her belly.
Longing to be stroked into flames.
Thighs straining to stretch as muscles,
snap like metal wire… To be FREE…Maybe He!
Daily his essence…swirled around her
a mysterious interlude of dance and flight…
Her song he heard in his very soul…
He wanted to give her LIFE!
He came closer and…..
His lips could touch hers…a sweet breath of life…
filling her lungs…
His fingers explored her fingers…long strokes
Willing the skin…
His words returned her song wrapped in promises.
Fires of faith licked her heart.
The Heat of his truth melting,
Steel that encased her Spirit Resolve weakening…
His head resting against her thigh as his dream…becomes real
Life awakens…Purity he cannot comprehend…Licking the wetness of re-birth, as steel melts away…..
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