Wednesday, November 9, 2016


Skin that invited touch
that's what she had
softest of down
above those cupid's bow lips

It drew them in
those pink blooms
breasts that rose in mounds,
in that white t-shirt
in need of hands

The sawing and ripping began
at the start
the first wedge was placed
in her mouth
the sweet tongue

The softness whittled away
into hard edges, planes, bones
the curves gone,
the fruit taken,
the underlying skeletal figure
becoming more pronounced

Each time the sculptor took too much
one blow at a time
trying to perfect what was

Then stood back and looked
and unhappy with the final work
will now move on
to something with life
with new eyes
with shine
and a brand new soul

Sculpture from entryway of Hearst Castle

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