I stand before him
Carved in stone
Every line is his
As I run my fingers down his face.
I touch a finger onto his eyes –
I’ve always loved his eyes.
Trace his lips
With my mouth
Cold stone does nothing
But thinking it is him,
I continue.
Take off my shirt
Because if there is one thing
I’ve always wanted to do
Is feel his chest up against mine.
I close my eyes
Pretend he is holding me close
Kissing my forehead
Touching parts of me
That are his.
People go by
Mumbling about my breasts
Or the shirt laying on the ground
But say nothing of a woman
With her arms around a statue
Trying desperately to get it to love her.
On my knees in front of him
I break a loaf of bread
Offering him half
If only he would get it.
A woman whispers to me
How crazy I seem
How everyone is talking about me
Loving a statue
That would never love me back.
I told her
I’m not the crazy one.
She told me I should straighten up
Act like a lady
Find a man
A real man.
I told her
Perhaps you don’t know what real is
Josephine Ranes 
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