“Her body is the shape of
my hands.”
–Paul
Eluard
My Galatea, smooth and
warm
as sandstone against her palms
,firm fingers caressing,
sculpts me each and every
day with her curved and slender
presence. Venus has no auguries
,neither pearl nor rose, to prove
if I were worthy of her chisel
against my stony heart
not yet come to the apex
of the wheel.
2/14/2011
Florence
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