The Sculpture
By Bill Knott
We stood there nude embracing while the sculptor
Poked and packed some sort of glop between us
Molding fast all the voids the gaps that lay
Where we'd tried most to hold each other close
Under the merge of your breasts and my chest
There remained a space above the place our
Bellies met but soon that clay or plaster
Of paris or state of the art polymer
Filled every hollow which we long to fit
Then we were told to kiss hug hug harder
And then our heat would help to harden it
We stood there fused more ways than lovers know
Before the sculptor tore us away
Forced us to look at what had made us so whole
We stood there nude embracing while the sculptor
Poked and packed some sort of glop between us
Molding fast all the voids the gaps that lay
Where we'd tried most to hold each other close
Under the merge of your breasts and my chest
There remained a space above the place our
Bellies met but soon that clay or plaster
Of paris or state of the art polymer
Filled every hollow which we long to fit
Then we were told to kiss hug hug harder
And then our heat would help to harden it
We stood there fused more ways than lovers know
Before the sculptor tore us away
Forced us to look at what had made us so whole