pygmalion dreams

chipping at the stone face
sculpting a new me
gneiss tears fell

all you wanted
was to become tangled in my long dark hair
and kiss my breast
hear me gasp and grasp you
pulsing and surrounding you
arching to the beat as you drummed
your fumbling rhythms

all i wanted was to be with you

but that was not to be
i've learned to walk this life
as temple monk and whore

if i had cried in your arms
would you have eased the pain
with sad sweet kisses

instead you gave your kisses
to those who would lie
in your arms
and come again
embraced by your sweet lies
you thought me worthy
of only jealous flowers and mockery

thus i became the statue
beautiful and cold
your cruelty was apprentice
to the hate that sculpted me
i am no galatea
this heart remains a stone
though gladly i would give it
for a passion i've not known
yet no man can vault the barrier
to where my passion sleeps alone