upon pulling back
the edges of my heart
the revelation was that
you were always there
deep down
tunneled and safe
knocking, knocking
i knew this
when I was in high school
with stringy hair
and combat boots
and so many poems
i could drink them
for days
when she asked me
“who would you marry”
and I answered
immediately
unremarkably
without hesitation
you
like the worry stone
whose edges are smooth
from rhythmic touch
from ages, from love
so, too, my heart now
smooth, from love
from 120 moons
i get it now
it’s not that you complete me
as much as you
make me remember
who I am
when I’m alone
with the dark moon
so bare, so tiny
intense
like a child
destined to birth
like her
destined to be ours
on this day
yours
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