Why do that to yourself?
Play around with perfection,
even if it was only skin deep,
and the smoothness of these curves
turned your stomach at night,
when dusk settles its hands
either side of your hips,
presses into the grooves
where his tools worked you
into beauty.
Mounted you his sculpture
for all men to see.
Do you not appreciate how
his love made you
into a woman worth seeing?
Carol J Forrester 
I’d forgotten about Pygmalion and his beloved statue until I read this brilliant poem! Nice one Carol.
Wow.
Great post 😁
Wonderful!
Thank you Dale.
Dear Carol,
Wonderful concept and point of view.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I’ve read Pygmalion and you wrote these lines which are nice.
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.