In Stone

I in GOD’s image create – You

Golem features mirror love.

Hand caresses cool surface.

The memory of your lips flows from my fingertips.

Can not resist, linger in traits,

softly touch what I can no longer reach .



Moonlight though windows, I lay on cold marble,

Embracing creation birthed by force and chisel.

Your hands so eloquent in touch,

now suspended in Italian stone.



To breath life in the design, mount it, lay my head on its chest.

Whishing rhythm in the silence

,warmth within the cold .

No tears will soften it’s resolve,

and yet it drinks my passions moisture.

One last kiss within the weight of love,

tomorrows hammer will turn this to dust .





© 2008 Alexandra