aloe

sculpting
a nest or wall
warm clay
cold shoulder
conditional hugs
i putter, potter
shape me
we had no vessel
we were falsely framed
and barely formed
we were in the making
and it got muddied
but not from salt,
or sex
you deserved the desert
and its dry there. you drove off
cut with a cactus,
aloe then goodbye
healing halted
arid arrivals
your wheel no longer natures
cycles for one