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Date Posted: 16:04:09 01/21/08 Mon when I am hollow, I am the brittleness between shell and shaving; the thin layer of porcelain I am wild fragility in your hands where you seduce me, I yearn in shattering embers knowing and needing your artistry holding the key that fires my glass to a strength to make the flame within glow liquefy me, drench me immerse me in the wet of your intent all the edges red-scorched with a need for your lips to taste the searing me to blow upon my fire in soulless need twist me and tease me into showing you the inner expansion of the spun-sanded colors where I begin and you end meld me to your form and when I am cooling upon the drip of always, your hands that press each tooling quiver gently sleek my lines seeking what only I can fill in melting acquiesce [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |