Clay bodies

You massage me,
lay me centered;

then a sudden thrust,
and I start to spin.

Savoring the warmth of crafty hands
that control me,
my form,
I feel as a ballet dancer
pirouetting
to your tune.

Ah!
The way
that thumb stabs inside,
the way the crater expands,

the way you squeeze
-pull up my walls

make me dizzy.

You take me out
of your wheel, at last

I'm up for drying,

for sale.