If I could, I would make this a palpable thing,
weigh and shape yearning like clay
wheeled into fantastic forms, hollowed by hands
and glazed with promises only you hear.
Something this big resists firing
but withstands heat.
Try it, and you will find love
cracked on the surface
but unbreaking in its substance.
Strength is not always motion.
Sometimes it is shown
only in holding together.