Coitus

When it appears,
the smile that flows from your eyes
and dies along your throat,
that perfect relaxation of your face,
a goddess dwells in the form of your flesh,
in the curve of your cheekbone.

This is the smile and the curve
transumed in the eye of the artist
as his chisel caresses stone,
kissing cold marble,
until flushed as with a living image,
it blushes, glorious and divine with desire.

December 20 - 27, 1990