for years I have felt of stone
pale, grey-veined marble untouched by bare hands
separated by barriers tangible and otherwise

my skin was lusting for the heat of humanity
I missed you the way a stillborn misses the intake of breath
until the day you invited me into your bed and
took a chisel to my heart and head

these cracks run deep

you can be found in the magma below my belly button
the pure pumice coming from between my lips
I may have jagged ridges with the power to cut
because I am viscous yet

may you dance through these fractures like water and soften my edges