Poetry

Spin and spin

You’re the blood that flows in my veins

A constant thud of life. Β Ever sounding

You’re the beat that keeps my heart pounding

A dancer I am to your every word

Whispered and screamed

You are the potter and I am your clay

Spin and spin. There I go, spinning away

Let me not be your Queen or pronounce you my King

For there is nothing like hierarchy in love, Darling

So let us spin up a pot of gold

Fill it with tokens of desire – that is our treasure trove

Let the rainbow glower above our love

Spreading colors of joy

Take my hand dear potter, as I am your clay

Spin and spin. There I go, spinning away

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