He carved him out of marble,
every curve and point

He built him from damaged stone
Chisels at the ready,

Breaking away insecurities and imperfections

He smoothed his skin with tender hands

His caresses whispered words of love and pride

His masterpiece,
created from the magic of his hands

From his subtle movements,
his caring touches

They travelled through the streets at nightfall
hiding from those who disagreed
those who threw stones and venomous words

His life work
Mounted on a pedestal for all to see
For all to touch and damaged and ruin

His celestial man,
made perfect