NaPoWriMo Prompt 14

Pygmalion

I was your pristine ivory.
You gave me shape,
Patiently
Day after day
You chipped away.
Moulded me
Til I became
Your vision
Of ideal womanhood

Frozen, but faithful.
Swathed in velvet,
Bedecked with jewels.
Day after day,
Your fixed gaze
Bored into me.
Retina’s burning
As you yearn
For responsive flesh.

You dragged me
To the temple
Continued
Day after day
With reverent prayers,
To Aphrodite
Who granted your wish
Gave me life
But no emotion

In your workshop,
We make love
Leisurely.
Day after day,
You sate your lust,
Happy with your
Perfected work.
Soft, living tissue
But my heart

Aloof,
Inside I remain
Cold as ivory.