I’ve always love men with long noses…

they tell the most beautiful lies.

I dreamed a dream of you,

but I couldn’t make it true,

so I got myself a hammer and chisel,

and I learnt to carve.

I picked the finest wood.

It called to me and I understood.

It was meant to be a work of art,

something beautiful to soothe my heart.

This creation is my destiny,

I bring only what was meant to be,

shaping a new reality,

with wood chip flying in the air,

I worked away with love and care,

knowing I would find you there.

Oblivious to splinters

and unaware of time,

just caught up in creative flow

and a desire to make you mine.

First I sculpted your ears,

because I wanted you to hear,

and I couldn’t wait to talk to you,

tell you all that we could do,

share every thought

and each confession.

Though I could only give you on expression…

so I chose the curves of your softest smile,

I used to grain to create

the gentle creases around your eyes,

I rest my hand on your cool cheek,

your warm face frozen in my mind.

I long to make you move,

to bring you to life,

but I have not yet found that magic,

beyond my carving knife.

So instead, I made you into a marionette.

But not to control you.

Never forget,

I will carve my name onto your heart in the shape of your freewill,

if you wanted to leave I’d let us part,

and I would love you still…

No strings attached.

Really, no catch.

Just joints.

So while you are still here,

I can wrap your hard arms around me,

rest a while in pseudo-joy,

laying in the sawdust of our lost dreams,

wishing you were a real boy.