Sculpture

A paperweight in the museum store:
Rodin meant his meaning larger, but
she prefers things she can grasp
with her hands. She traces
fingers along this softness of marble,
measuring a seam between the two figures -
not a seam - a shadow.
Man, woman. Even that is false,
for the two are of one stone.
The fit. Breast to chest, mouth to
bow of lip, hipbone to hipbone,
bend of knee to sweep of thigh.
Hands: between shoulder blades,
in the dip and rise of low back,
along the curve of jaw.

The marble heat of the embrace startles her
through cool stone - she lets it go.
After years, she still feels those hollows
where that one lover locked into her.