DAVID

Digitally altered photo by S. Auberle

His faultless body towers over the crowd,

blinding white, naked.

David, whispers the guide,

lost in his daily rapture...

see this, this angle is my favorite,

look at the veins in his arms, the muscles...

a woman tells us how Michaelangelo said

that David was already there,

in that pure block of stone,

simply waiting to be released...

Suddenly, noisy throngs disappear

and I'm alone, mesmerized

by this tall, marble man,

just David and me now,

his muscled arms lifting, beckoning,

my own reaching, answering his,

until a voice whispers

come back, come back

wherever you are,

and breathless, I return to earth,

your warm, encircling arms,

the floor, again cold, beneath me.

~ mimi