I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.
So beautiful a sculpture and passionate a poem.
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Thank you Miriam. 🙂
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Beautiful. Its such a coincidence I just wrote a poem last night about sculpting.Will post in few days.
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Your poems are wonderful, I’ll look forward to that. 🙂
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Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen ❤❤
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I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words… 😉 ❤ ❤
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Very thought provoking 💙
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Thank you. 🙂
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