Venus de Moi            2-10-92

I reach out to caress some contour,
 entrusting you with a part of my soul,
  trying to change your frozen expression,
   to make you seem to feel *something*.
But there is nothing, no thoughts,
  no compassion,
    no emotion,
      no love,
        in your marble-cold gaze.

A few delicate chips here, a weak
 attempt to elicit some semblance of emtion,
 gentle touches there....

But those grey eyes reflect
   only
 your soul of stone.