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First Love (Free verse) by Mr Pig You made me insular.
Touched me deftly like a sculptress,
leaving me as your masterpiece,
To stare at the raging kiln.
We had a beginning,
You had an end,
But I've been left unfinished,
Austere stillness,
amok in memories.
I crack and crumble,
In to terracotta vapors,
lingering a glorious moment,
then dissipating,
like our love.
Up the ladder:
When Jesus Found Me
Down the ladder:
the coming of Fall
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Posted: August 15, 2003 9:38 AM PDT; Last modified: August 20, 2003 4:49 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.3 Overall Rank: 876 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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15-Aug-03/11:48 AM
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vavoom.
From kindergarten until mid-high, I hung on any piece of info that she might come back. She never did. I never will.
Mr Pig,
You be da man! Smooth like silk baby! Again, your work is mature, tastey, and meaningful!! Joe.
wicked
I do not see how "insular" fits.
Liked the idea of the person being created by the lover the way a sculptor (or in this case sculptress) creates a ceramic piece. And carrying it through, where like a piece of terracotta, it crumbles into nothing. 209 view(s)
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