I stand naked infront of him...
waiting for the touch of his scalpel
to move innocently on my porous skin
and give a finite shape to my curves.
I see myself alive in his eyes...
mesmerised by the beauty of his gaze
moulding the very heart of me
the very heart made of sand.
I feel his breath onto my body...
my heart beats dissolve into his rhythm
creating a symphony out of a life
like a wind kissing dunes of sand.
A last touch of love, of knife
i feel as if i have just become alive
but i still lay in his hands...unfinished
and i lay still in his hands...feeling complete.
Author notes
The feelings of an unfinished sculpture for her sculptor....
A contest entry
- The Beauty of Being Unfinished by Heart Sutra.
1100 points, ended November 30, 2008, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The rules of the contest require left justified poems. You might need to go back and read the contest rules.
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comment taken...anyways, hw was the poem??
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aw wow...this is a wonderful take on the prompt. it is very intresting, good luck and take care
Stephanie ♥
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