Blog by Hannah Frank
Take me home, sweet statue of stone,
your smooth skin beckons my hand to rise from my side
and strike your thousand-year-old cheek.
The stripes from my human sweat
leave a mark on the calm marble
while my heart races.
Pacified for now, the heart of my jewels shines Opened for now, the treasure trunk dusty genie lamps heave wishes Closed for now, the door t...