The Sculptor's Mistress

Beautiful contours.
His hands within the folds
Of her gossamer garment  
Clinging in
             graceful,
                     flowing
              lines
A perpetual
Beauty cut awry
From stone into female form
A simple gown
Enveloping
            the full
                   length of her
Womanly frame
A marble of modesty-
Or immortalized siren?
Eternal lovers,
A creator and his art.