Being Held By You
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
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