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On the verge of independence he rode into my life,
a transient outlaw on a horse of steel.
Accidental thief of my malleable heart,
whispered platitudes through hooded eyes,
as he molded me upon his bed.
A self-created sculpture in the sand.

With the sun bleeding on thermal sand,
confided in me his desires of life.
Under the stars we made our bed,
spooned together as bonded steel,
and though I couldn’t see his eyes,
his words threaded through my heart.

But destined he was to betray my heart,
eroded as rocks decay to sand.
I pretended to avert my eyes,
as in contempt he disregarded our life
together and with a heart of tempered steel,
cast other models in our bed.

Then once he confined me to bed
from blows he claimed came from the heart.
Tended my wounds with dressings of steel,
rubbed in salve containing sand.
Told me that he owned my life,
I could see the truth in his blazing eyes.

Escaped, hidden from his eyes,
Karma came to share his bed.
Disguised as a woman it claimed his life,
concealed death in his beating heart,
smaller than a grain of sand.
Deadlier than the sharpest steel.

To his fate my resolve did steel,
denied imagined pleading in his eyes.
Washed away compassion as waves do sand,
so I never visited his hospital bed.
Forgiveness stolen from my heart,
As HIV was to deny his life.

But steel will rust, as my restitution; I’ve planted in a flower bed,
an Iris with dark eyes, which releases my heart,
and hidden in sand as buried treasure, is the celebration of my life.