Two souls made of skin
Lie in the moonlight.
Redeemed by their Creator.
Learning how to be servants.
Learning lessons through pain.
Learning the meaning of holy.
Learning how little they know.
They put this day behind them,
Lay it in a grave with 10 years worth of others.
A grave full of mostly mistakes
But sprinkled with laughter.
Bound by equally stubborn hearts,
They yearn for the servant they desire in the other
To be found in themselves.
And the Creator numbers the hairs on their heads.
And continues to make two become one.