Madame Tussaud's
she's a wax work
the very striking
image imaginable
but not
play dough
or even clay
yet
she stares
and stays that way
but my
fingers and
hands are hot
with
desire
as i place them
on her
left cheek
thinking maybe
once
a tear
but as i
feared
she melts
with my touch
so
as a moon
i wane and wax
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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