Sculptress

(pantoum)
formule poésie érotique 2/30
 
With quickened hands, how swift she shapes the wood.
In pieces broken off, discovered first,
Her passions swell and love’s flow bare withstood,
Now in her naked grip, its art submersed.
 
In pieces broken off, discovered first,
She found the pleasant features of its rise.
Now in her naked grip, its art submersed,
Each whetted stroke, revealing its franchise.
 
She found the pleasant features of its rise,
Could easy bend to fill her fondest scheme.
Each whetted stroke, revealing its franchise,
Each hard-tooled thrust made more perfected seem.
 
Could easy bend to fill her fondest scheme,
The wood in wetted mold within her lathe,
Each hard-tooled thrust made more perfected seem.
In wood’s resist and spray, her labors bathe.
 
The wood in wetted mold within her lathe,
Her passions swell and love’s flow bare withstood,
In wood’s resist and spray her, labors bathe,
With quickened hands, how swift she shapes the wood.

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NaPoGloPoWriMo Day 2