She was sculpted well and hard to miss
In my arms, and I would whisper
Though frozen as we'd always be
In a kiss of stone uncertainty
I'd hold her tight, slide into her skin
And find a crack for me to hide in
She was a statue with a sullen kiss
Somehow she'd know if I left on a tryst
And later her look would be jealous
Though frozen as she'd always be
In a stare of stone stolidity
I'd reassure her that she was mine
Coarse though built, to me 'twas fine
And she was my marble
That I'd carve and carve and chisel down
She was my marble
My marble love
I'd chip and sculpt and carve her down
Touch her body and wear her down
Friction wearing down
She was a joy to hold and kiss
With unmoving smiles and luscious lips
The finest marble head and bust
But frozen fast, she'd always be
Though I wanted her to be like me
So I'd breathe her life, give her worlds
And hope that she'd be my marble girl