A man,
A woman
In relationship
I saw them as carvings
On clay-baked red plates
Set onto the outer walls
Of the terracotta temples
And a little over the door panels
Of those lime-clay and small brick temples.
In passionate love, affection and bonding,
Hugs, embrace and clasps.
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