O' Sculptor
With your hammer and chisel
carve my body granite
chisel my lines and the curves
grace my face and the laces
I'm your indolent damsel
your ethereal creation
of hope and love.
O' sculptor, enliven me
with your tender fondle,
the heavenly beauty
your melody on stone
'll fly singing your tone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Sensually eloquent, and metaphorically astute! ~FjR~