For Michelangelo's David
by Kenneth Wanamaker


If I must nurse an obsession
I nurse you, David--
abs pecs biceps,
even the sling stone
you gird on your shoulder,
your contrapposto, poised
before the giant of my desire,
the luster of Carreran marble
hauled from Tuscan quarries--
with grit and sweat.






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