Lonely Lover’s Prayer
Break me down.
Burn what’s left.
Mold my heart into something sturdier.
Mold my heart into wood.

Carve out grooves,
where her fingers can slip.
Let the grain be smooth,
soft against the palm
when she squeezes
but still holds strong.

Make her want me again.
Give me the strength
to bend to her.
So she’ll stay in place.