you put my love
on top
of this crucible
you put it
on fire
you blaze like
a fire in the forest.
i turn to red
porcelain
it is hot as hell
(as though
i was once there)
you form me
in the shape of
your love
i turn to fluid
and then after this
crucible test
i turn solid again.
there is not much change
inside, though
i feel stronger.
break me for i am yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem