We started as dust on the workshop floor,
Thrown to the wheel, hearts craving more.
Your hands found mine in that restless spin,
Rough and unsure, but we let it begin.
Water and whispers smoothed every line,
Shaping the curves of your soul into mine.
Fired by longing, glazed with regret,
We cracked in the heat but weren’t finished yet.
You kissed the fractures, gold in the seams,
Like Kintsugi lovers restoring our dreams.
Time turned the wheel as we learned to stay
Masterpiece hearts made of delicate clay.
Now we sit hardened but tender and whole,
Fired by passion an unbreakable soul.
In the kiln of infinity, through pleasure and pain,
We’ll spin on that wheel again and again.