The Virgin Statue Poem by Masiela Lusha
The Virgin Statue
The fiery frolic of Venus's omen
Released the embers from Pygmalion's heart,
Crackling against the statue's abdomen
Till her ivory lips broke apart.
When Pygmalion kissed his snowy bride,
A kiss of crimson and rose desire,
His lips were met with a blush of life,
Till her eyes, once dryly open,
With no choir,
Shared a dancing gaze onto his touch.
Beautiful summation of one of my favorite Greek myths. A perfect 10 in my estimation! Thank you!
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4/18/2024 8:13:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The play of color heart, of the red and white - passion and innocence - is stunningly summed up by the union of both in Love. True art. I admired this very much.