The Haven of Love: Poem 1

I am clay in your hands

victim of unfettered fingers

animated through your hunger

that lit every star in the sky

You fill me with those stars

and seal them in

so that they feel like whispers

in my soul

I am fashioned out of deep earth

a surface of imperfection

set in stone by Hell's caress

A heart ablaze

a beckoning furnace

A great flood welling

through my veins

to water the barren fields

that break beneath me

that rest within me

that rest within you

you want me to spill over everything

The earth is my body

in your heaven

the moon is yours

in mine