Marbled Galatea
you held my breath
in a silent string,
while you kept shut
your heart from me;
away,
away and away
from me—
I pushed me out
yet you wait for me,
your marbled love
like you were Galatea
and I'd just carved you.
A warmth
I thought I felt,
but it's
cold and clear as glass,
yet you crumble me—
you pulled my heart
in a golden yarn of string
and I couldn't run away,
so I run into your arms instead,
out of breath, a breathing charmed.
Copyright © Celio Somerset | Year Posted 2024
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