malleable quinceye Ode to ms. girl, who now says, after many, many a blathe about dents and scratches, she be not fragile: Vibracious silver vase, you're not fragile for holding a hundred bright roses the world, all of it, craves to see and sleep upon. Malleable though you must remain, and sorely may be scratched and dented deep. Still, surely there will always be a sweet silversmith to repair you to fineness the world could never imagine you be. Copyright 2000 000327 ... Dragonflye I am malleable. Clay—? (Too cliché.) A slack sack of skin with the skeleton removed: s p i n e l e s s. I melt into a plasmatic pile of human Jell-o, on the floor, at your feet, diamond-shaped linoleum patterns etched into my cheek. I give you me like this, defenseless, unarmed, dirty and raw. Do what you want with me. It doesn’t matter; I don’t care anything for my(worthless)self, just as long as I can make you happy, or at least remove all the sharp parts of me to keep from making you bleed. 091029 ... Lemon_Soda I am easily influenced by the media. 091030 ... Jurisprudence I see you there with your throat up You are so tired Anyone could come along and give you a kick or whisper ugliness in your ear But I have you Sometimes close in my arms where you are safe to sink, fumble and dream Other times I'm in your periphery, watching for the creatures who would drink your blood out of jealousy Carefully I move aside the parts of you that could gouge and slice You are too tired now to do much harm Go ahead and sink, roll, flow, form I'm not too afraid of what you'll be 091030 ... unhinged he says one thing and then does another oh_i_see somehow i have come irresistible 091030 ... . . 091030 what's it to you? who go blather from