Clay passion

I was like clay in your hands.
My material felt your knowledge,
You taught my senses to behave,
You worked on every movement of my cells
And I obeyed.
Now this masterpiece of yours is ripe,
Now it can taste your experience
And enrich it with a drop of her imagination.  
Now it can kiss your soul with words,
Pour rivers of hope over your questions.
You hands are still dirty with my loam
Even if time has gone by,
That loam that continues to be fresh
Even if time didn't stand by
No shallow cold water could remove it from your skin
Cause I carry in my essence, the pure, fresh tan
Of sin,
Of love and addiction,
Of what was once your Galatea.
I can still play the role of a very old story
Allow your hands to play with my clay
To enjoy the sweet taste of glory
When my heart will beat fast,
But as slow as you wish
And your soul will give in
Just to have the chance of seeing me anew
Offering you the same satisfaction
Of being my Pygmalion
All over again.

Reviews

[Nick.B]

Interesting poem, your words are flowing nicely, this is real profound, made me speechless....anyway great job (loving the complexity)

[Rachel Jane]

:)

[Lewis Davis-Norman]

This is special. I'm really getting this poem and it takes such an interesting stance on the myth. The language is flowing and beautiful, marking an excellent write. I can tell that we'll be seeing more of you!

[Rachel Jane]

thank you :)

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there is something profoundly more to this poem than what i can articulate.
i will have to read it again - and that is to your credit.
i can tell you i liked your seemingly casual, rhyme scheme alot.
and there are lines in here to die for, like: " Cause I carry in my essence, the pure, fresh tan
Of sin,"...

first impression: authentic and compelling write.
i will be back for more :-)

[Rachel Jane]

you make me blush :) thank you

[Lilly Negoi]

a nice perspective of the myth - seeing things through the eyes of "her" :)

[Rachel Jane]

:) yes

[Robin]

This poem poured over me ... Your voice envelopes the imagination , as you shape the intricate heart sounds of mythology into your poetic vision ~

[Rachel Jane]

thank you :)