AND THE STONE WAS MADE FLESH

her hair flowed
between naked shoulder blades
like a red waterfall

she turned and her hair
splashed over her left shoulder
like a living creature

she wore a yellow mini
the top of a blue bikini
she went from the sublime to

the ridiculously sublime
broke into my mind
robbed me blind

she gazed upon
a statue with no clothes on
a miracle in marble

the stone
made flesh
but see how she now

the statue
come alive
even to her smile

each curve of her
greater by far
the statue envious of such beauty