The stone bakes under the summer sun
Sizzling, blistering, fevered
It's chiseled face, stoic
It's lichen-freckled feet planted among the flowers
Long after the shadows have blended
The stone casts heat across the petals
Slowly shedding its curse
Seeking relief that never quite comes
It's heart, still warm, under the moonless sky
It gazes, unblinking, into the cool night
Simmering with molten dreams.