of undiscovered treasure,
as a beautiful artifact
buried in an ancient greek temple:
how many centuries of sleep?
Gift from the dearest God,
Classical sculpture,
thanks for being just mine:
lying there,
adorning my blankets.
Let me play with you
as an impudent child,
my eyes are already
your intimate prisoners
for almost a life.
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