the song between two Clay Figures

a.
I do not love thee.

b.
the gold that hath encircled our heads
is not in unity of love;
thou knowest this.
we are but pawns, gears and cogs
in a great machine
hear this:

let thy head rule over thine heart
and we shall rule over
this vast stony kingdom.

a.
my heart belongs to another.

b.
then let thy bed glow hotter
than ten thousand suns
but let not thyself ruin the loves
and tender green leaves
of those beneath us.