The Virgin Statue
Poem by Masiela Lusha
The fiery frolic of Venus's omen
Released the embers from Pygmalion's heart,
Crackling against the statue's abdomen
Till her ivory lips broke apart.
When Pygmalion kissed his snowy bride,
A kiss of crimson and rose desire,
His lips were met with a blush of life,
Till her eyes, once dryly open,
With no choir,
Shared a dancing gaze onto his touch.
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