In the spot I currently sit 

I watched a man get tackled by security 

 

even with multiple arms pulling him back 

desperately he tried to reach 

 

as if what he was reaching for – was a power source. 

 

At that time I lacked clarity 

today I return with purpose. 

 

This bench – feels connected 

to what my eyes have locked onto 

this 

Chiseled 

smooth 

work 

of 

art.ists from all over the world have either 

tried their hand at duplicating 

or tried their hand at describing 

what I am currently staring at 

 

all have failed... 

 

My hand has been asked, 

 

I humbly take on the challenge. 

 

My first full glance is hypnotic 

the previous times were skims 

I'm locked in - 

the key to understanding 

is becoming the artist 

 

This is now my design 

 

She sits 

on a bed of clouds 

blanketed by love 

a passion that cloaks her 

I've become drenched in joy 

 

a glow, that matches her aura 

 

If only I could hold her 

 

I picture her coming alive 

beside me 

such radiance is almost too much to handle 

Breathtaking 

though I take none 

until last moment possible 

 

It's possible we have crossed paths before 

past centuries 

classic memories stay embedded 

long term 

turn away impossible I lock 

out all outside forces 

 

Barriers more sophisticated 

 

I see all of her 

angles 

curves 

 

I see all 

of her 

angles... curves 

 

I see all of her angles and curves 

 

as if I was the one that made them 

 

in my image - 

 

Such perfection, 

 

I reach – still not within 

 

So close... 

 

Through porcelain and silk 

I hear her 

soft melodies on ear drums 

I sway 

how it aches and cures simultaneously 

 

like I know her 

like we were meant to be -