If only I was a sculptor <br />And could capture <br />This female apparition <br />When I touch her <br />The sinews of her back <br />Are as tight as steel cables <br />Yet as smooth as ice cream <br />Filled with hard work <br />That screams for my attention <br />The pain burns my fingers <br />Her shoulders rise like angels wings <br />Her waist drops breathlessly <br />To her hips that melt imaginations <br />With the symmetry of Venus de Milo <br />And the innocence of a child<br /><br />Brian Kilpatrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/female-apparition/
