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By briana kassia Date: 2007 Nov 12 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.12.14.56.30627]] |
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you have me stretched between your hands wire wound and springing slippery as clay warming to your touch bend and twist me curve and caress coax me into new shapes Nnew ways and make of me something whole and new then when I am as wound shaped to your desire coiled ready as I can be when I am stretched to my top limits when I am all I am then you let me go lift your hands and let me spring back hard shaken shivering or holding to that new shape molded to your will soft and warm to your touch at rest, at last and you must choose to cure me so sculpted or to reshape me roll me between your hands and make me again another day remembering both the shape I was before and the new one you have made |