Stoneware—
In the form of “I love you”
Unbreakable, indestructible.
Second firing in the kiln
Immense heat breathes fire into
The piece of flame.
Rows lined with recycled meaningless
Utterances,
Ready to be spoken.
The Stoneware weighing in my hands,
I take it in my hands,
To let it drop and shatter on the
Cold stone cobbled floor.
Let it go and even the deepest of desires can be detached—
A Broken Flame.