The poet is a torturer. Other tortures him

zerfem:

The poet is a torturer. Other tortures him, in turn he tortures his marble lady with words that are nothing but soap bubbles. But I am attracted by soap bubbles, because it reminds of a child in me. For a while the marble lady forgets that she is a doll and goes into the soapy bubble which lives the short life of a bubble becoming kinder, less ruthless.