A saw, a chisel, a rake
Dragged across the block of ice
And then a mermaid
Cascading hair blown back
By the waves cresting
Around her narrow waist
The sculptor revels in
The impending collapse
Of features he had mined
From a variety of sources
Disney eyes, the nose of
The woman he had lived with
Sophia Loren cheekbones
Imagining the figure reduced
To a melting stump, a puddle
Made him close his eyes in pleasure
There is a story behind this, and that's what I love about what I've been reading from you. Plus, this one happens to hit a very personal place for me.
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