let gentle kisses
change your shape.
smooth words
are but tender
tiny cuts unfelt
until you bathe.
let's bathe together.
you draw from a hot
salty spigot
determined that hurt
forms and is desire.
sculpture cuts away
there is noise and
loss.
cooling to blood.
I will enter water.
see I to have cut.
small bits of me
mix with you.
no pain.
the potter lifts
out of mud.
gentle fingers
persuade and
shape beauty
with utility .
no loss.
now, let's colour,
in a slow
hardening
over fire.