[ WP ] Your clay heart has stopped beating .

You would think that the heart wouldn ’ t be the last step. Shouldn ’ t it be the first? After all, it is the most vital component of life. Even the brain is secondary to the heart, the heart can survive without the brain, but the brain is doomed without the heart pumping life into it. It just never made sense to me for Her to finish with the heart. Why did She do it that way? 
 
 Maybe I was a unique case, maybe I was the only one who got his heart last. I, somehow, remember when She finished. I could already sense Her there, I could see Her beauty despite my eyes still being closed, I could hear Her humming softly with dead eardrums, I could smell the lavender scented perfume that She wore as she worked on the finishing touches. Her entire being was completely evident when I still wasn ’ t even aware of my own existence yet. I know that it is hard to believe, but I remember. 
 
 Her delicate, yet strong, hands dipping in the warm water before putting them to the lump of clay in front of Her. It was mesmerizing how nimble and swiftly Her fingers coaxed the gray mass into the shape of a human heart. Her fingers tracing along the surface, leaving newly formed veins in their wake. 
 
 Swift, yet utterly precise. 
 
 With a last light pinch of Her fingers as She ran them around the final aorta opening, She held it up in front of Her to inspect it, “ Perfect, ” She whispered. Her whisper breathed life into the dead heart that She held and it pumped in Her hand, alive for the very first time. 
 
 I swear that I could feel Her hands as they slid up and under my exposed rib cage. She didn ’ t even need to see what She was doing to be able to secure my heart in its new resting place. In, what seemed like only moments, She was finished and had everything closed up. I was finished. The blood was beginning to flow from my heart, warming the rest of me as I came alive. I felt Her, still wet, hand on my cheek as I opened my eyes for the first time. 
 
 Oh, how I wish that I could go back to that moment. As my vision cleared, I saw the most perfect sight as She looked down at me. She was the embodiment of perfect, yet, for the life of me I can not accurately recall exactly what she looked like. She seems to change every time I picture Her. When Her eyes left mine and Her hand left my cheek it was as if I was struck by lightning. My body was filled with an electric charge that caused every muscle in my body besides my heart clench and relax for the first time, I was truly alive. 
 
 Sitting up, I could not see Her anywhere, I felt lost and afraid. She was, literally, all that I knew in the universe, She was my everything. Sadness and despair began to rush over me until I felt Her familiar fingers on my shoulders. She stood behind me and the sadness rode the electrical signals out of my shoulders and into Her fingertips. I stood and turned to face Her, our eyes met and She pulled me in and kissed me with more passion than I could ever imagine feeling again. As our lips danced together, an intense heat radiated from Her lips, down my throat and headed straight to my heart. 
 
 The heat was becoming, almost, unbearable, but I could not stop kissing Her. I was frozen in place as I felt my heart being hardened as Her heat turned my body into a kiln. The blood slowing as it coursed through my veins, my heart pumping slower and weaker, my eye lids grew heavy and closed. She was baking my heart into stone. Then, my heart grew completely still and was frozen in place along with the rest of my body. 
 
 My clay heart had stopped beating. 
 
 She did not care. 
 
 Neither did I. 

