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- They were made for this, their union
- forming worlds under each other’s fingertips.
- From her he is made, hands shaping
- the curl of his form - What he is to become.
- Their conflict shakes the cradle of the Earth,
- Her hand ever stronger, wearing him down
- Until he is soft beneath her feet.
- She loves like a wave, crest after crest
- of boundless emotion, tempestuous and fluid
- Yet he is her anchor, the port in the storm
- The lone cliff against her ardour.
- His love is sharp like a knife
- and hard like stone, he breaks
- and fractures beneath her touch
- but stands firm in his worship.
- She ebbs and flows from him,
- Leaving his side for stranger shores,
- But always returning to the point of their union,
- The dance eternal and old as the Earth.
- One day she will swallow him whole,
- And he will be nothing more than sand,
- Her sigh the kiss of the surf,
- His heart the tear of a mountain.
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