Clay

you impressed me

you were impressed upon me

the faint dent of your lips on the edge of my throat

the hollow of bright red fingers on my fading wrists

the stamp of words whispered against my hair

the print of heel warm on my knobbly knee

the dip of your elbows against my ribs

i was clay for you, dear potter

and i gave you all,

all that you chose to make

a shattered vase.