i am a sculptor,
a molder of words.
everyday i shape
origami idols.
but in your presence
i crumple them
and watch them burn
on the hearth
of your blazing beauty.
i massage stone syllables,
chip love into them.
but when i consider
your voluptuous form,
i grind them into chalky powder
sprinkling them like fertilizer
on your perfumed garden.
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