Description: title is Italian for 'god of stone'. i wrote this again for someone i care deeply about, who also happens to work out almost constantly, which although it irritates the hell outta me has lent him a fantastic and *hot* ripped body. reading "The Agony and the Ecstasy" as well, which is about a 2,000 page biography of Michelangelo, so i notice a lot about marble carvings and such now...its kinda odd. No feedback, please...Oh fine, go 'head. Enjoi! Kisses, me
dio della pietra -------------------------------------------
~Your eyes resembled sleep warm and
Liquid that spills over the earth like sunlight
Eyes that can only create those far-off
Visions, the ones that peer into mist over the sea
and challenge; fierce with the cold torch of your past, What a future may be...
Marble has no scars, no flaw
Except that its been cured and tested
Your mothers in the sun burned in you every crack
Every pore in your hard skin bleeds
nothing but fury towards perfection...
The stature of a mortal god, you let
your presence be born again while
the race of of unsated heathens circles around
you as if in the hunt for Trojan brides, long after
the cities have all been plundered
Wonder if its just your eyes, green like a
still lagoon, that reflect their beauty upon
Whatever it is you behold~ Do you create the
beauty you see in me; forgive for if you happen
to glance over and catch me watching?
But the same sun that purifies marble
lingers in your hair, like it does before shadows
of evening cast it away in silver boxes
Stars spark a thousand shimmering whispers
along broad shoulders and chiseled torso;
They say it makes the artist weep each night
to call you in affection by your name...And all true
stone carved of something sacred bears
A turbid warmth, almost like the Mediterranean
was underneath your skin
You must be a paradise of those misty evenings' children...~
Submission Name: dio della pietra
