I have been turned to stone

by Andrew Calis

January 14, 2008 — Published in Verse

I have been turned to stone.
My movements are slow,
Thought is slow.
An inch goes unnoticed,
And I cannot scream out.

The vines crawl up my legs
And I hear her voice.
She wants me back, and
Her slow fingers are very alluring.

Why, in the midst of senselessness
Can I feel their smooth, soft touch?
How supple they are,
So exotic,
Tantalizing, and I love her vicariously.

I have almost forgotten,
For gardens have a love undying,
A time distinct,
And I have been away so long.
But she remembers.

And she gently touches my face
With her flowers
And I remember.

My cracked lips rise after her blossoms,
And I am content.
Why move?
She moves;
And she moves me, because I cannot.

She does not forget as they do,
For her love does not wither.
And in one of her moments,
I am in her arms again.

Andrew Calis is an aspiring poet who is attending Mount Saint Mary's University in pursuit of a degree in English. He is fascinated by love, beauty, and sorrow, but spends the majority of his time in search of big, impressive words and intelligent company.

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I have been turned to stone

by Andrew Calis

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