Poetry: The Arc 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