I found a rock shaped like a heart
Out of which a bite had been taken
So I started to collect them
On the beaches and trails I walked
But finding too many to carry
home now I just rub them
With a little saliva or sea water
To illuminate their silence
And put them back in their
Carefully arrived-at niches
They told me how any rock
Can get broken in all the right places
Until a heart-shape emerges
Ready to be smoothed as skin
Polished till it glows so ripe
It craves to be bitten into
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