Caryatid…

A work of art
She
Standing there before me now
The moonlight cast her in alabaster
Of form and grace from ancient Greece
She
Holding aloft the crown of a temple
Her hair across her chiseled shoulders
spilled like a waterfall of woven marble
over her breasts
Were it not for the rise and fall
of her breath
I would have believed her made of stone
My eyes traced from elegant foot
to the sharp curve of her hip
Her tucked in elbows
wrapped her arms about her own waist
as she clasped her own body
in a warm embrace
indicative of her love for her own reflection
wearing a mist of fabric and naught else but a smile
and with eyes firmly closed
against the rapture
of her communion with her own spirit
how deeply I fall to offer her my love
how painful
that she does not need it

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About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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15 Responses to Caryatid…

  1. Rita says:

    Beautiful, as always.

  2. BoldBeat&NipLESS says:

    “indicative of her love for her own reflection”

    Yes Eric. Honey just yes!!

  3. Meghan Tregellis says:

    Love it, Eric!

  4. Aishwarya says:

    This is beautiful Eric! The way you describe her breath as being the indication of any life in her…it’s beautiful!

  5. Geetha B says:

    Everybody needs Love Eric! Even the devil does

  6. my valiant soul says:

    Its powerful!I loved the lines and the your creativity.

  7. Emily says:

    Excellent twist! Wonderful write.

  8. Love the imagery in this one. Stunning piece. “Holding aloft the crown of a temple…” Love that!
    #mast 💙

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