I watched her sitting atop….a boozy night with smokey hints and allegations…she was not to be touched….just gazed upon…ebony skin with neon green eyes ablaze…

a statue in New York…in Paris….Prague….The Vatican….she was holy…
giving…..loving….just sitting atop…at peace….

what I wouldn’t do….to hold an angelic art….not of stone….nor clay….but…
human….all too human…