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Plasticine frameworks

my clay-like figure perched on pottery wheels,

mapping out shapes of a lover's past;

scared of who you'd want me to be.

emulation is my only art form, 

yours to make, yours to break

mold me with your fingertips and I'll follow suit.

painting through teardrops in the watercolor,

mirroring the consonant hues within his fractured stained glass body 

sprawled on marble flooring.

the feeling glacial on the arches of your feet;

under duress of inhospitable familiarities,

your soul echoes with remnants of intemperance.

though fragmented, you're compelled to exhale inherent beauty...

for your fragility I would adopt feather light digits

to grace you with my aegis.

handling breaking point margins, almost impossibly tenuous 

like a threadless needle through my pincushion heart

fixing repairs to the threadbare cloth i was cut from

sutured with patchwork promises of me and you.