Dreams, desires

Sink your teeth in 
I'll rendezvous to where you ask: 
a hidden place, illuminated 
with perfect smiles 

like the clay vases atop the shelves 
mold me, smoothen out these crevaces 
and shape my softened shell 
with your callous fingers 

Then carry me into your 
roaring fires, passionate furnace. 
Now paint me, observe me: 
beautiful and brittle 

~2021 Feb