To mind comes
The image of a statue
Woman on a pedestal
Perfect and true
As I look upon her
I see what I believed
The sculpture must have seen
When this woman was conceived
Flawless body soft skin
Every angle and curve perfect
Permanently pristine in every way
And upon her I do reflect
She’s the woman of your dreams
Every mans desire
The gaze of her stony eyes
Sets the coldest heart to fire
Still she sits without a move
She’s not human, that’s plain to see
Yet she sits on the pedestal
It’s easy to believe it’s not me
~Chrystal
Written on
May 22, 2007