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Free verse № 60670

First Love

by Mr Pig

Member since 2003 · Posted 15 Aug 2003 · Edited 20 Aug 2003 · 5 comments

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.

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5 comments

[9] horus8 15-Aug-03/11:48 AM Reply
vavoom.
[10] INTRANSIT 15-Aug-03/8:35 PM Reply
From kindergarten until mid-high, I hung on any piece of info that she might come back. She never did. I never will.
[9] Joe-joe 20-Aug-03/7:24 AM Reply
Mr Pig,

You be da man! Smooth like silk baby! Again, your work is mature, tastey, and meaningful!! Joe.
[10] deleted user 24-Aug-03/3:47 AM Reply
wicked
[8] Jill Stockinger 27-Dec-20/3:26 PM Reply
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.