from your subject:

take it
don't break it--
I am yours for an hour
and I hold all the power
and despite my stature tower.

You are left with
memories
soft and sweet and
reveries
half-said thoughts and
pleasantries
I am bridge between our years--
I am made of lips and ears 
hollowed out and filled with tears
in my crook you creak and coo
masks do crack and so may you.

Though you are formidable
weakness is admissable
softness is forgivable,
oh spectator invisible.