the second first time
she said,
I am molding you
from marble
like the greeks,
like their luminescent
statues of gods
and goddesses;
I am creating
each of your breasts
in this moment
and you are to remember
every piece I lay
into perfect shape.
I didn’t say,
They used Chisels.
Hammer and Sharp
and violent Hits
and Bang and Smash
and Fuck and Yank
fistfuls of hair and flesh,
of rock, of shards of beauty,
broken piles of discarded
imperfection
and Mess.
We are real art.
We are abandoned
drafts and rarities.
We are the marble,
and we are the Rusty
outdoor sculpture,
the garden climbing
the deserted shed.
We forgot
to lock the door,
we forgot to check
the time, and we
were caught sailing
carts down secluded
isles.
I am molding
you from clay
with teeth and dirty
fingernails.
I am shaping you, pulling
with everything I am,
as you spin faster and faster.
I reach deep inside,
digging in the dirt,
and you open
for me.
I am molding you
from marble
like the greeks,
like their luminescent
statues of gods
and goddesses;
I am creating
each of your breasts
in this moment
and you are to remember
every piece I lay
into perfect shape.
I didn’t say,
They used Chisels.
Hammer and Sharp
and violent Hits
and Bang and Smash
and Fuck and Yank
fistfuls of hair and flesh,
of rock, of shards of beauty,
broken piles of discarded
imperfection
and Mess.
We are real art.
We are abandoned
drafts and rarities.
We are the marble,
and we are the Rusty
outdoor sculpture,
the garden climbing
the deserted shed.
We forgot
to lock the door,
we forgot to check
the time, and we
were caught sailing
carts down secluded
isles.
I am molding
you from clay
with teeth and dirty
fingernails.
I am shaping you, pulling
with everything I am,
as you spin faster and faster.
I reach deep inside,
digging in the dirt,
and you open
for me.