6/6/18 @2:57a In your arms you hold and squeeze me In your arms you make and mold me As i melt in between your fingers You are the Potter I am the clay And i breathe to catch my breath In your hands you hold and caress me In your hands they grab and grip me As our bodies blend together You are the Baker I am the dough And your hands smoothly pass over every curve On your chest you hold and adore me On your chest I rest and reside As we exist in each others arms You are the Musician I am the music And the sonnets of our souls produce a master piece You are the Painter and I am the palette And our separate works become a mosaic You are the Carpenter I am the wood And beauty comes from our rough edges How it is to be held by you