No one knows the meaning
of loneliness like
Venus and David
She tempura on canvas
He a gaze of marble
No one knows what they see
but me
Each of the other
does think, I saw you once
and I wanted
Never can I speak it
but you, my love,
are all I see.
I stand here naked
before the gaze of strangers
whose caress means nothing
The caress of your gaze
is ever my desire
How will we find release
from these prisons of
canvas and stone?
How will our hearts
find wings?
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