Lying
Among the pillars standing
White and heat-cracked in the sun,
Her fingers gently touch
The chiseled jaw of carved Adonis,
And roll languorously
As a waterfall
Down still neck and chest unfeeling bare.
Her feminine concern cannot move his hands,
Nor soften the cold
Fixed stare of pale eyes.
His marble thoughts stay frozen,
Thick and stubborn,
His lips unformed with syllables.
Not a hint is in his face that he might answer
Her whispered admirations.
Tears then form, swell, brim, and
Burst lid rims,
Hollowing her cheeks with darkened stains,
For she knows, in her wild-wanting passion,
His heart is stone between beats suspended,
His breath held private and within.
And hers, she did not choose to share again.
If only she had known,
Not love in the simple stone,
The life was in the sculptor
Of the stone-stiff young man.
About the Creator
Jason J. Marchi
Jason is a newspaper reporter and fiction writer. His books include: Ode on a Martian Urn, The Legend of Hobbomock-The Sleeping Giant, The Growing Sweater, and Venus Remembered. Jason lives in his childhood home, in Guilford, Connecticut.
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