Oh my love,
Watching your dark flexible figure transform
into a tall, slim, work of art
never ceases to lure me in.
The deep browns and velvety creams flow out of my hands
and into this glass jar,
filling each empty space inside
with a piece of you.
The hues swirl together
like knots in an old cabin wall,
and when it looks like you’re just about to spill over
I dump more on you.
I watch in delight as the golden glaze I’ve scribbled on top
oozes
down
the
interior,
pooling at the bottom for my viewing pleasure.
And although I say I love you,
it is certain that in time
I will rid you of everything that you are.
Maybe I just love you for what you give me,
or maybe it’s because your cup,
is the only one I know how to fill up.
Love,
Haley
