Monday, May 08, 2006

Made of Clay

I am not a wild horse. I am merely
A docile diversion with creamy skin

And milky breasts and an empty head
I ask no questions; I make no demands

I am wet clay clinging to the potter'’s wheel
Ready to be moulded by your hands.

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