Delicate Lovers

I never knew love.
I only knew pain.

I kept exploring body after body,
Shattering myself like broken pottery.

Pieces of me are lost forever.

I wondered how someone could fall in love
As if there is some instruction manual
For finding the one person who makes you think:
Falling in love is more like flying than falling.

Love? That's an understatement,
But there is no better word
To describe what I felt
When I first saw her.

We make each other wet,
Softening our clay bodies
With pure desire
We blend so well, I realize
I finally believe in soulmates.

The way our bodies dance
Sends a fire to my soul
And I feel the heat
Transforming us into something solid.
Our sex is a kiln.

We are delicate lovers.
We handle each other with care
Because we know we've been broken before.
And now we are molded together
With gold.