Michelangelo

 

Unfinished -

waiting for your touch,

Master/Artist

I crave to feel your tools

carve a new reality

on my psyche.

 

Practiced touch -

skilled, creating your vision

as before, yet new again.

I am putty in your grasp

and spanking palm.

Mould me, please.

 

Developing  -

you point me with

the brushes of lip and tongue.

Colour washes over me,

slick, slippery

vermillion.

 

Animation -

I tremble under

your body, crafting magic.

Prenetration, permission -

your signature,

my release.