Before the Bronze: The Shape of Forever

In the language of clay, love is never still,
it keeps forming us, endlessly, into Forever.

Forever

(for the Viking)

In the beginning, there was only clay and breath,
the quiet surrender between two forms learning how to be one.
Every curve, every reach, remembers touch,
not the touch that ends, but the kind that begins again
each time one heart leans toward another.

I call this Forever because it carries the weight of love that has no edge,
no border between body and spirit, giver and receiver.
It is the moment before bronze,
when the pulse of creation is still visible,
alive beneath the fingertips that shaped it.

Here, they stand,
not as man and woman, not even as figures,
but as the echo of devotion itself.
A reminder that love is never still;
it keeps forming us, over and over,
until we recognize ourselves
in the arms of another.

— Gesso Cocteau

This is Forever in the foundry completed in clay and before the mold is made. I will post the piece when it is completed in Bronze.