and they were stone
with cold flesh and marble skin
but smoothed
a supple dance of the impossible
stone making love to stone
such sweet fire that burns
in one's heart at its sight
for two may never feel their own passion
yet they ignite it in others

fear not

fear not the absence of another
fear not the search for one's soul
before you stands proof
evidence of love's existence
crafted by the weathered hands
of an artisan
a witness to all beauty and thus
a creater of such beauty
has given
hope
love
passion
for if stone can
touch stone
love stone
embrace stone
then real warm, expansive flesh
can surely quench the yearning
of another's tender heart