Creator/Voyeur/Obsession
He sculpted in the night until
her body took a form so real
He marveled when his eyes revealed
his masterpiece in clay
He wiped the sweat way from his brow
and at her feet he proudly cowed
knees on floor, with head bowed
in honor of his queen
In every way she was perfection
unlike human, like reflection
Still he dared to ask the question
did she feel the same?
The endless nights had took their toll
In slippery minds a thought can roll
He'd given her his very soul
yet would never know her name
He begged his hands to give her life
unsatisfied, un satiated
Prayed for skill beyond his means
the more he waited, more he hated
Finally, he cursed his hands
the gifts that God had gave him
and cast them from his arms by blade
and wished God never made them
The looks that kill, these hands of skill
A sculptor or a voyeur?
The master, and the masterpiece
Creator or destroyer?
By: Anthony Barrett
By: Anthony Barrett
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