clay sings to him
guides his touch
a shared pleasure
as slick fingers coax
a softly swollen curve
a slender neck
a shoulder, lip or foot
sighs beneath his hands
as he feels his way
reads each ripple
deftly redirects
each anomaly
to perfection
his muscled legs
ease the wheel
to still
temporarily sated
he breathes
each timeless moment
neither knowing nor caring
he’s confused
his decorative glazes
