Statue
I gaze at my statue breathlessly
Disbelieving its beauty
My eyes trace every feature
Blinded by its sparkling surface
I wonder how something so perfect
Could possibly be real
Especially in this world
I sigh as I reach out towards the immobile being
And surrender to the urge to touch the frigid stone
At the contact of my fingers
Purple eyelids reveal warm amber
The masterpiece shifts and opens its arms
To me
I climb into the angel's lap
And am surrounded by his gentle embrace
I rest my head against his shoulder
And close my eyes as he whispers
Words of love
For me