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By pjrotmm Date: 2013 Jan 13 Comment on this Work [[2013.01.13.19.31.29368]] |
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i touch the clay as though it were you, the smooth feel pliable under my fingertips. i dip my hands and wet the clay tapping my foot turning the wheel sliding my fingers curved so gently up the profile, your thigh, waist, then hips. the clay grows elongates slenders. i cup my hand and slip it into the vessel pressing the side from within, gentle pressing for pleasure. the clay swells and rounds in the middle like a lover in heat. i lay two fingers delicately on top and angle out to form a lip perfect for a mouth. i smooth the clay with water and sponge to a glossy complexion of afternoon sweat. the tapping stops, the wheel slows and i cut the clay away with a wire. i have another vase and another memory of you. |