I want to curl up so hard my limbs stick together
Like dough, like clay
Squeeze me together until the seams disappear
Lose my shape in your palms
Knead me smooth
Turn me over, and over and over
I’m raw potential now
Waiting for a chance to be something new
Let me rise and stretch
Push out with no borders
Give me time to grow
Enough to be formed into something
Beautiful
Cut me apart, round me out
Now the work’s begun in earnest
Squish and squeeze me
Turn and roll me
Make me into something new
Parts of old and parts of earth
Warmed by hands and hunger
Kept in molds to guide my body
Further skyward, never falling
When all’s been made as stone and wood:
Solid, but for the wanton need.
Give me this new self so I can
Be savoured
Be coveted
Be consumed
Make me again, and again,
Infinitely many,
Shape me however you please
My skin is as putty
My soul’s never slowed
Until your desire my form will
Appease