"You Are" by Braden Kane

You are my love,
is what I want to say.
But no.

You and I are clay
in each other’s hands.
What connects us is clay.

Our words; soft touches,
our fingers sculpting its essence,
its shape.

Too little force and there’s no real change.
Too much force and squish!
It’s deformed. We’re back to square one,

Nothing to do but to throw it away.
 Or try to squish it back together.
 Or smooth it out in a meaningful way.

More soft touches.I beg for you to be forgiving with my formless clay.
In your hand, we are fragile things.

Please…
Please tell me, “You are mine.

Carve upon this sculpture your scripture.

             
Braden Roy Kane is an aspiring novelist and writer at Waldorf. He lives 23 minutes off campus, has a Great Dane Mastiff named Nash, and usually enjoys fiction with interesting worldbuilding and magic systems, but character development matters most to him.