My hands have sculpted your face

And they have affectionately gone on

To form you along the torso, and your legs

And returned to sculpt your feelings, your breasts

Yet for too long I have paused,

Your moist exhalations, hot breaths

Of poems, lips that have taught me love

And arrogant pursuits, pleasures

I still wait in the shades, winter echoes

Of snows- white as your marble skin

As I draw in the cloak, I know…


You know, Aphrodite-

The pages of a scripted universe

Witnessed what I wrote

Between the pauses of kisses

On a chiselled lip


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