The Medusa Touch

What have I done? She wonders… Brittle blue gaze riveted on her lover’s chiseled features His is a face set in stone Eyes, mouth, jaw; all fixed, grim – a granite façade Where has the softness gone? That tender dawning of affection… The loving gleam in dark chocolate eyes… What have I done to erase it? She wonders - Because she knows it was her doing Knows it instinctively; The knowledge is engrained in every fiber of her being It was she, who else, who turned that face into rock, It was she who wiped away the smile, the glow Her cursed ire, her impatience, her irascible self-destructive streak – With these tools she chipped away at him until he splintered Yes she has broken him; Broken the one thing she loved in all the world Medusa-like, her willful cerulean glare turned him to stone Now his eyes are twin pebbles Cool, hard, unforgiving; A grating stare is all he has to offer her His heart sits motionless, a hunk of marble in the cage of his ribs Beating for her no longer His love for her has died a frigid death; drowned in a sea of ice No more the fluid caresses, the warm grins, the ruffling of her hair No more, no more, his love for her… It is an unfeeling and frigid monument now A tombstone, a dusty memory, the rattling chill of the Reaper’s breath She has turned him into stone Her lover - and her love - is no more Oh Medusa, Medusa my girl, what have you done?