Lost in a maze of statues,
All perfectly molded
By the hands
Of struggle and strife
Into gorgeous Roman gods of wisdom,
I gasp for a glimpse of my keeper.
I am drowning.
Through endless rows of
Sculpted Delta camouflage,
I run,
Searching for the hands
That hold my smile.
I am drowning.
My eyes, so eager,
Land on his.
My body, so eager,
Races toward his.
In moments,
I've gone too far,
And can hear him laughing,
Laughing at me
While I am drowning.
Finally, I reach him,
My statue, my keeper,
And I die inside his freckled eyes.
I die inside his caramel skin.
I die inside his muscled arms.
I die and I am free,
Now that my keeper
Has come back to me.
