• I was made of hardest stone,
    From purest adamantine hewn.
    Defined lines for all to see,
    Carven identity, I knew I was me.

    It was you who began the process,
    The trickle-turned steady drip,
    Your liquid love seeped into the rock,
    Immersed in you, I began to slip.

    Plans, ambitions, worries,
    All dissolve amidst the presence of you.
    My objectivity has come undone,
    You've pulled me up at the roots.

    I was the pristine statue,
    Now a frayed handful of threads,
    I was once proud and tall,
    Now torsos, limbs, and rolling heads.

    I used to see you, too;
    Quiet mouth and quick fingers,
    But my vision has been drowned
    Wherever I look, you linger.

    I can no longer differentiate
    I from you, or you from me.
    We are a slew of appendages
    I am too close to see.

    Submerged, the edges soften,
    Identities blur between lovers.
    The stone disintegrates, certainty drowned
    My past and I have been severed.