I'm Melting on You

I'm melting on you. Your breath comes into my Veins. Like a Sirocco wind that two Hundred years ago. Your hands the Sculpt that clay. My body Becomes clay. Moldable. And your hands are not Teasers, But Delicate Creators Of delicate Clay. Is the round of two ancient Souls. Lovers from hammer and The hearth. Not words, but Glances, delicate Hands. Hearts that melt two Worlds to create one That Resonates with Dancing Stars. With dancing stars. Stars that resonate with dancing stars. We're dancing Stars