Infinite Potentials

Infinite potentials cries out for release
Endless possibilities plead to be exposed
But still —
You press and splay
Gather and draw
Pump fast and smooth
Until that moment of proposed supposed perfection
Then you stop, garrote and shimmy free
One more for the oven —
Done

You gain satisfaction from control...
Really?

Give me a more slippery satisfaction any time!
It pulls me back — that smell...
That thick and sticky, earthy scent
Heaven is not pristine tidy white
It is filled with pots of red-brown
Treasure finely dusted
Terracotta satin skinned
Don’t hold tight —
Let’s lose control
Knead it? Free it —
All the potential infinites.