boo hoo#1

i look at this little piece of you,
an extention of the work of your hands
and mind,
and wonder if i hold it long enough
will you feel it?

i wouldn't want to coerce you though.
no, it wont' work. i'll let it go now
and just look.

i still can't help to think
how your hand worked it over...how
your fingers touched it all.

now, the only remnant of our discourse
is there, looking at me with no eyes
and a hollow chest...bare but for a wire heart.