A Chinese Vase

she is like a chinese vase
(i do not know which dynasty from)
most probably of Min one
with the course of time
the smithereens 
have broken 
(almost invisibly)
you can understand
only 
if you pass a finger
on the mouth 
on the neck
on
but only if it is bare 
without a glove
(velvet or of tulle)
i do not know if i am doing it
but sometimes
in the morns
a light fog
is spreading
then i change my slip cover

it is light
and usually white
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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