Thine

Clytemnestra Aa 
Sep 27 2015 (c)



Mould me thy fashion
Thy ever-lenient dough 
That desires those 
passionate hands
Shape me 
Delineate my tiniest details
Toil thy heart out 
till you get me to light 
a masterpiece 
which will be 
the talk of the town 
Thy woman was your 
handmade excellence 
Yet Envy 
in the eyes of wonderers
may trigger my demise 
So
Hide me in the lair of thy arms
And quilt me with thy hugs
Whisper so 
no one uncovers my hideout 
Mummify me so I ever live 
a goddess made by thee 
for the