In Breathless Pose

Back arched, bridges to nowhere
Flex my muscles and harden my stare,
It's appetizing inside, the meal me.

In breathless pose an eternity supine
A restless memory that stirs us from sleep,
Entwined in our own fantasies.

I am a statue made,
A human unmade
From suffering or love
Or loss of both, or neither.

My hard skin sings in language
That knows no words and breaks no vows,
And loves no warmth

I'm lined in the bias of strong men
Strong hands, strong wills,
No stance to speak of,
Just a bust of prose.

An eternal shape to match their eternal longing,
In breathless pose

garma