River Worn

House of Heart

At the bed of a murky river

I found you wet and worn,

a rare gem beaten to the silt

beneath the hooves of a wild horse.

Like a secret,  as sacred as a poem ,

somehow  holy I  held  you in my palm

rubbed you smooth and honed,

a refined diamond in my hand.

At the bay of obsession you slipped from my grip

lost forever to the inlets gaping mouth.

How weak we were at the final kiss

something we wanted to be strong for.

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