Clay

Ever seen what potters
do to wet clay?

How rough fingers draw
soft new curves?
How strong hands caress
that tender skin?
How love shapes up new
stories all day.

Ever seen what potters
do to wet clay?

Why judge my restless
fingers then?
Why call my tameless
kisses a sin?
When love writes our
stories all day.

Ever seen what potters
do to wet clay?

© Arindam Dey

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