Clay Within Your Hands
If I were a piece of clay,
where waiting for you I would lay...
Tell me what would you make of me?
Would you submerge your hands in warm, clear water
and bring them dripping to a place above me?
Would you hesitate, watch, and contemplate
as the water drips warm on me pondering just exactly what...
to make of me?
Would you lay your fingertips upon me,
trace them all over my surface,
infusing me with warmth and purpose
sensing how I absorb your every beautiful caress?
Would you feel within me,
where I need and thirst for more;
and would you give to me
such that I would thirst no more?
Would you study me, feeling me completely
the shape that I am and what, in your hands, I could be?
Would you let the feeling take you,
watching what becomes of me
as your fingers knead me gently
to a yielding, pliant state...of ecstasy?
Would you like the very feel of me,
wet and soft upon your hands,
worked into a private creation
where Art and Subject understand?
Would you delve in me so completely,
indulge in me so deeply,
let your artistry complete me
coming together, so very sweetly?
Would you take me then
in your warm embrace,
hold me in your sheltered space,
keep me in that sacred place
within your love, completely encased?
If I were a piece of clay, where waiting for you I would lay.
Tell me what would you make of me?
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Submitted on June 29, 2012
Modified on March 05, 2023
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