Express Yourself.

I dig my hands in the clay, submit myself, and he spreads.

I notice the sweetness of this substance that attracts me.

He plays with my emotions.

He finds all my desires.

I’m attached to his curves,

It takes me in his folds,

Corrosive and abusive—he fascinates me.

I observe him,

As I try to mold him, I’m affected.

I submit to his details,

And I find sensibility.

He respects me.

And that is how I learn to dominate him.

He picks up my movements,

And retains my touch.

I feel like ripping him,

I’m enchanted by what is created,

A product of a drunken dance and dialogue.

Who, Him?

Who, Me?