Touching white sculpture
imagine it’s you
slowly intense
my fingers follow softness, lines and curves
this power attracts me
to use both hands,
cannot hold back, must embrace
all white
blood flush from emerging excitement,
as I remember scented heat bluish night
when I got born again
and again
surrender to lust – don´t stop, never stop
kissing white marble, cold and still
lightens up imagination
longing for your gentle warm affection
movements in moments alive,
where we get lost in dreaming
smiling
in sun with white sculpture,
cannot forget
you