Sculpture Touch me like a sculpture just the way you held her. Touching the skin from the chin to the lines of the body so thin. How can you touch a body made of clay and water, an object that is monochrome more intimately than the one you call home? You look into those lifeless eyes as I watch and cry, then pray to the skies that your hands will be on mine and feel the woman that is so divine. Sacrificing all your time to perfect every single line a beauty of your design. So hold me like you do with her the her that is only a sculpture.
Aimee Garcia
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