Statue of Alabaster

I saw a statue of alabaster

unaware of the fragile heart that rested within

I admired the smooth supple skin on its surface

blind to its guilt and its sin

I saw a statue of alabaster

an object of idolation,

and a desire burned within

to be a statue of alabaster,

always poised and serene.

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