Pygmalion And Galatea

Your sight was poignantly penetrating me within. Your blue eyes were even more bittersweet in that opaque singleness, and our touch was like a sad piano song. I did not know when you wanted to exist for yourself while pretending to be existent. I kissed you, and you thought that there was only a kiss, but I wanted to swallow your silence, and to blow into the air your defense. You were dying inside you. You loved me in this secret room of ours. We could understand our existence. That room kept us hidden from the world for a second. In our dream, we became free. We tried to free our minds and our souls, but our dream could not generate any idea. We made love for no other reason, but to love each other. I became a milky white ivory Galatea of yours. You made me be your woman for that sense of belonging. I needed that, and I wanted my metamorphosis. I became that Galatea not being able to leave the love cell. In your absence, I became that Galatea wallowing in hopelessness, and understanding that the sadness was the only thing existent inside. I became that Galatea wanting again to see your green-blue loving eyes. You became that Pygmalion of mine, for without me…..you….. Poem by Marieta Maglas