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Like a Potter’s Wheel

Grandchild of God.

our nakedness together

changed me forever

like a potter’s wheel

we did spin and spin

and slowly came to form

wheel-thrown — playing God

and I clasped the round of her neck

spinning in the wheel

her waist came alive in my hand

and with all the clay left in me

forged her curving hips.

_____

she modeled my heart

big out of its cage

setting it on burning kiln

now unchangeable

with her fingerprints.

_________

I sit here now alone

wheel throwing moon jars

on these wound sheets I retrace

the dimple on her left thigh

dipping my quill in a glass of wine

I write these drunken lines

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