Hands of a Sculptor

You have the hands of a sculptor
I am malleable clay ~
Shape me, body and soul
Mold my senses ~ sculpt my heart 
  Where your fingers touch me ~
  I am a candle, melted by your flame

passionfree verse

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Andrea Dietrich

May 11, 2025 at 10:05 AM

Very beautiful, Lin

Lin Lane

May 12, 2025 at 9:24 AM

Thank you very much, Andrea.

Duke Beaufort

May 9, 2025 at 3:22 PM

Lin, I imagine and know that some people do want to have others mold them. Remind me to tell you about it sometime. When that happens, we sure hope they have gentle hands and not take advantage or do anything crazy. OTH, maybe it's just about the relationship between a sculptor and clay. We do like seeing a masterpiece, but they don't all turn out that way.

Lin Lane

May 10, 2025 at 6:19 AM

Hi, Duke. There's a difference in my mind between allowing myself to be molded and shaped. One is permanent, the other adjustable. Thanks for your thoughts, and I will remind you to tell me about being molded by someone.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

May 9, 2025 at 7:22 AM

My Dear Lin, Are you a sculpter also? I think your lines filled with intimacy and artistry. How you shape longing and tenderness as if working clay, every touch both gentle and transformative. I do feel the warmth and vulnerability in your imagery, the way love softens and remakes us. Your words are sculpting such honest beauty. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Lin Lane

May 10, 2025 at 6:16 AM

Hi Daniel. No, I've never attempted to sculpt. It would end up looking like a blob of clay. Love does soften us, making us pliable in loving hands. Thank you finding beauty in my words.