do you know how pygmalion fall in love to galatea?
to his own creation,
to his own art - as sculpture,
his art: is a definition of perfection
while you, you are the realistic
form of art i want to put in museums;
but i am a writer, i can only inscribe you with words not with the sharp tool on woods,
define you in minimum words i find to fit you
to describe you on that way -
thus, i am not the only one who find you but with others did;
they would fall in love on how i
created you through their head,
a fictional character who didn't exist -
the man i can't be with.
YOU ARE READING
on where her heart and mind confide
RandomFlorilegium of prose's, prose poetries and flash fiction, written in any languages and dialects.
