Body and Soul
Born of pain and raised on discipline,
molded by the boundaries of the body.
Burned by the heat of passion,
hammered by the blows of rejection,
torn by the pull of jealousy.
How can one hold together?
In the heat of our body we smith our shame
and we temper our soul.
We put an edge on our joy and sharpen our pain.
With the fire of the moment,
feed by passion,
our bodies forge our future,
random fashion.
Logic streams away, like so much steam
and there are puddles of melted reason.
in the bodies forge leaving nothing
to cement the soul
and contain the passion.
So it flares again.
Attracted to each other by physical laws
beyond our control we interact
in an imperfect chemistry.
There is no relief from uncontrolled action
and the always unpredictable reaction.
But with patience and time the chemistry
becomes more perfect and less volatile.
You learn that passion can be contained and
that your body is more than vessel
that holds emotions and reactions.
Born of pain and raised on discipline,
molded by the boundaries of the body.
Burned by the heat of passion,
hammered by the blows of rejection,
torn by the pull of jealousy.
Cooled in time, reinforced with experience,
welded by will and fused by love,
we hold together.
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