the stone i rejected--
already porous, riddled with longing,
weak, weak, so weak
structurally compromised beyond repair--
has become my chief cornerstone.
because
as the rest of me falls to you,
becoming yours, your chattel spoils, the tumbled edifice
your multiple sweet victories, victory over and over, leaves behind,
i find
the stone of my heart
has long been fallen
and needs no lesson
in breaking
before you.
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