By Anahit Arustamyan
You invented me as Pygmalion created his goddess.
Pygmalion fell in love with the marble’s brightness.
Are you in love with me or the moon’s sadness?
The weather is changing so the sky can be starless.
Pygmalion had at least the marble’s brightness.
The blue sky wrapped in your eyes is cloudless. You have at least your hope’s freshness.
I have plenty of smoke in my lungs and my ink’s madness.
You invented me to have your goddess.
You didn’t make me of marble so my life can’t be endless.
THE QUEEN OF METAPHORS BY ANAHIT ARUSTAMYAN https://www.amazon.com/The-Queen-Of-Metaphors-Tongue/dp/1515339599