Leah Sharp

Union of Perfection

My lover awaits he insists I comply,

He resists not his passion but more than I.

 

I am easily melded by tempering flame,

He firmly withstands against the willful grain.

 

I fit perfectly formed into my lovers embrace

Forever protected within his encase.

 

Without my lover I am bare and exposed,

When together we are we are together reposed.