She Waits

Sculpted by God;
a perfect female form.
Soft, flowing curves created
to cradle the hardness of a man.

Potential yet to be discovered
by her intended mate.
She sleeps, dreaming of a lover
who will unleash her passion.

Her ivory skin moistens
at the thought of his touch.
Anticipation mounts as she
feels their souls kiss.

Created to love this man
she knows his presence,
if only in her dreams.

So she sleeps,
a smile lingering on lush lips.
Her hand curled on her breast,
content in dreaming of love.

Sculpted by God;
a perfect female form.
Still --
she is flawed.

Time and experiences
chip away at rough edges,
readying her for the day
when their paths will merge.

Until then, she sleeps,
smiling,
dreaming,
waiting for her Pygmalion to come.


*Pygmalion was a very talented sculptor in ancient Greece. One day, he chose a large, beautiful piece of ivory, and worked diligently at it, chiseling and hammering until he finished. Pygmalion thought it was so beautiful, he clothed the figure, gave it jewels, and named it Galatea (sleeping love). Pygmalion went to the temple of Aphrodite (Venus), the goddess of love and beauty to pray for a wife just like the statue in his home.

When Aphrodite heard him, she went to the home of the sculptor to see what all the fuss was about. She was delighted when she saw Galatea. She thought it looked a lot like herself, so she brought it to life. When the sculptor returned home, he found Galatea alive, and threw himself at her feet. Galatea smiled down at him. They soon got married, and Pygmalion didn't forget to thank Aphrodite for his good fortune.

*description taken from http://www.pantheon.org/articles/p/pygmalion.html