a pot of clay

u seduce me,
with my reflection
in ur head;
into being
something i am not.
but its only for a while,
just a dance and i'm gone.
though you want to,
you cannot hold me.
though i want to,
i cannot stay.
cant hold the pose,
the alien shape,
i could stay,
but not alive.
u dont want the way i am.
u want to trap me;
hold me in ur pores,
in ur unchanging shape,
firm,
brittle;
but i am fluid,
i am free,
and i need to breathe
and flow, unfettered.
i may be damned
but its only for a while.
u can hold me inside
but i'll escape, seep out & hide.
so i evaporate,
float up with the winds, away;
and ur left,
bereft,
twisted out of shape
& with hole inside,
which ur trying to hide

Originally Posted at Prerona.