Dreams of Life

Dreams of Life

My art, you are my escape.
I chisel your face, you hair,
your expression, your body, your limbs,
your hands, your feet, your breasts,
your flower, and your digits.
You are complete.
You are beautiful.
You are perfect.

Each day is torture.
Quiet, my beating heart!
Stay, my rising hand!
Your body is cold, hard, and lifeless.
Your face is unchanging.
Would that you were alive.

I stare, willing you to move,
wanting you to smile,
needing you to return my gaze.
You never do.
I wish, I dream, I pray.
You remain the same.
Why do I Love You so?
I am crazy.

Sleeping, I see you always.

Wait, there is a weight by my side.
Something tender on my arm.
A whisper in my ear,
your whisper,
"Pygmalion."

By: Justin Sunday