sculpture: The Hand of God by Auguste Rodin

Mari in the Hand of God

All that we are…

You breathe and I design
your hand juxtaposed
against the sculpture,
two white, naked bodies
entwined in the marble background.
If you were a statue
you would be these
wrapped figures of smooth
light and dark
curves and sensuousness,
still cold, still hard, defined
in a final design
of expression. And the Hand.

All that we are…

You breathe and I design
a moment in the hand
of my imagination: a careful
sun, glittery sand, pelicans
frozen over slinky waves, you
in a tank top and cut-off
jean shorts. If you were
alive you would be on
a blanket in the sand, toes
curled deep, grains scrunched. And
the Hand.

All that we are…

You breathe and I design
the hand of my imagination
where you are uncoiled,
now warm, now delicate,
sinewy. And sexy.
I write you into this sculpture
of form by Rodin:
the varied interpretation
of a single form, my
desire for you in my hand.

…a shadow that never leaves…