The David...

So I am at the Academia museum that houses the famous statue of David and here's what I feel:

Standing, sitting, laying down or whatever, the David is so beautiful. I have never understood how a piece of art could make someone cry, but now I do as a few trickle down my face. From every angle he's beautiful; I want to touch David as a person, to know him to hear a voice. Not even his confident but concerned gaze as he looks outward is the focal point of my eyes. It is the tenderness of the pelvis as it folds in with softness, the way the ligaments on the left leg pull, the very way the muscle itself lay over the bone. Say it is a slight obsession or lust, but love for art, for humanity that comes from my ability to love another man, being the person I am. I know what its like to feel a body, to run my fingers over skin. The David is perfect. One hour of looking is not nearly enough.