They are made of the lies and truths and cracks of the earth where the fire rages
and shoes and ships and ceiling wax
and cabbages and kings
and energy and light
and bullets and blood and tears of a lonely God
They are of the light of the dawn
of the sigh of the dove
of the hand of a friend
of the fall of a pawn
Born with a mess
with a howl
with a scream
with a joke
with a laugh
with two; a team
Hardened by terror
by lust
by grief
by desire
Left scrambling for purchase on this long and lonely mire
When the war is said and done
when the battles have all been won
to sigh in an embrace so sweet
to have them sigh in dear defeat
A lovers embrace