Poem: "The Architects of Love"

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This poem was prompted and sponsored by minor_architect ... and I was several verses into it before I realized that I was using the metaphor of architecture in a poem inspired by someone who has "architect" in her username!

The Architects of Love

Love is not
the whole of the arch
through which the days of our lives must pass.

Love is
only the keystone
that holds the pieces together.

We are
the architects
who carve the blocks from sandstone.

We are
the ones who shape
loyalty, desire, fidelity, confidence, hope, reliance.

Our hands
are roughened
by the work of building a life together.

Our hands
are not the same,
yours and mine, skilled at different things.

I carve
the blocks of my being
broad on the outside, narrowing inward.

You carve
the coarse stone
of yourself for the sake of me.

We take
time for each other,
the things I love that you don’t, and vice versa.

We make
time together,
moving in unison, breathing in communion.

We curve
toward each other
like the sides of an arch.

We curve
until we touch,
united by our love.

We are
stronger together
than either would be a pillar apart.

We are
the arch holding the world’s weight
so that our days may pass freely through the center.