Sculpted




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not a gift but an unconscious surrender

Sculpted

It was a piece of me

and then you took it

not a gift

but an unconscious surrender.

It must have been while we were sleeping

or laughing over subway platforms.

Cavernously my body aches for it

like skin for a familiar sweater

itchingly anticipating

the hush of cotton

just as it remembers.

And how easy it remembers

the warmth between old friends.

But we were more than friends

and that is how you robbed me.

Love is not an arrow but a chisel

chipping away at my soul

my pride

my selfishness

my independence

my innocence.

Scattered marble on the floor

celebrates the man that you made.

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