Pygmalion

Pygmalion - Patricia Barber

Cold as stone

Possessor of bone-chilling beauty

I alone

Wanting but not wanting to be

Scratching and clawing at this

Waiting for something to give

So give me a sign

A shiver a sigh

A look in your eye

A reason to live

Fantasy still

Captor and captive are we

Strangers until

Desire and goddess intrigue

A slanting and movement of hips

A flush a warmth of the sking

As night falls I wait

For breath for fate

The sweet salty taste

Pressing lips on lips

Unrequited love

Is what I know of love

Spellbound

I will stay

Imagination may be for fools

Imagination may be cruel

To be kind

At the end

Of the day

Ivory girl

Chiseled and cooler than clay

Icy reserve

Is provocation will you betray

Eyes that linger and hold too fast

If you stumble if the mask

Should crumble or fall

Warm blooded after all

The longer you stall

So shall I last