- Books, Literature, and Writing
Born as lumps of clay, we sought another of the same substance;
Two Hearts, blended blood, dreams criss-crossed together;
Then it mattered only what shape and vague similarities we possessed..
Vessels unformed, un-tempered, no inner-soul vision yet appeared..
No conscious control of the fire-forming process,
Flaws and fineness mixed in the same oven of time..
Revealing gestures unlocking the golden in-lights of the soul;
Two hearts welded as one, satisfying loves hungry longing..
Never thought out, never planned, but nonetheless woven together,
Hiding the flaws of the heat process momentarily, now, forever;
Matching the hearts perfection, one in the other,
Enveloping both souls desire for one of the same..