I’ve polished the marble of these statues for far too long
hoping one day they might move,
but as magnificent as they are,
our conversations have grown stale…
I feel the beauty in your eyes taking in
the life that boils from inside my heart,
this endless river that could melt stone…
seeing both my power and fear,
you, with your unwavering eyes,
have plunged your sword of Love in between my ribs,
and only after a gentle kiss to ease the shock
you drag me into the mud beneath these monuments,
pulling phantoms from my chest,
imploring me to destroy my creations,
my leaning posts of false courage,
to face the morning sun,
climb atop the ruins of my soul
and create those worlds within worlds
that scream from the depths…