Poetry: The Shape of Love
In the arc of a mallet
The form of your love
Shapes me, molds my eyes
In the way they receive light
Warm, welcome embraces which
Create my perception
Craft the vision, the you
Invisible becomes tangible
It’s our lips which first taste the future
The moment carved, sculptured into the fabric of the universe forever
In the arc of love
The form of your perception
Creates me too
Hammers my ineptitude with forgiveness
Straitens my inconsequence with gratitude
This malleability of soul
Is the substance of our consent
The direction of what we mean
The meaning of this which we have become
One
Each a master crafting
What makes us real
What makes us true
Together
