You and I
have so much love
that it
burns like a fire,
In which we bake a lump of clay
molded into a figure of you
and a figure of me.
Then we take both of them
and break them into pieces
and mix the pieces with water
and mold again a figure of you,
and a figure of me.
I am in your clay.
You are in my clay.
In life we share a single quilt
In death we will share one bed.


Married Love by Kuan Tao-Sheng