Come Break Me
Jun. 7th, 2008 03:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
butterflydreamingPrompt: I have a song lyric partial I really love:
"...love me like a stone loves a heart of glass, come and break me with your love make this memory last."
It could not be both ways. Galatea's heart, once marble of the purest white, now awake to the passions of flesh, beat with jealous fury. Pygmalion's transparent deceit failed to hide his infidelities. He pleaded excuse: unworthy of her perfection, he sought lesser lovers, but they were nothing, forgettable.
The master kneeled in awe of her fierce beauty. Even with her finely detailed features distorted by her rage, she was his ideal woman. The subtle workings of the muscles in the arm she lifted were a creation he envisioned.
She brought the sculptor's hammer down onto his bound, restrained hands.
"...love me like a stone loves a heart of glass, come and break me with your love make this memory last."
It could not be both ways. Galatea's heart, once marble of the purest white, now awake to the passions of flesh, beat with jealous fury. Pygmalion's transparent deceit failed to hide his infidelities. He pleaded excuse: unworthy of her perfection, he sought lesser lovers, but they were nothing, forgettable.
The master kneeled in awe of her fierce beauty. Even with her finely detailed features distorted by her rage, she was his ideal woman. The subtle workings of the muscles in the arm she lifted were a creation he envisioned.
She brought the sculptor's hammer down onto his bound, restrained hands.