He takes my ores
Smelts them within
The blast furnace of my core
The rod reddened from
The heat of fever dreams
Quenching the tip
In the expanse of my waters
Enclosed within his earth.
Boiling over to subside to warmth.
How love changes
From soft to hard
From fervent to calm
And from there to gone
Hammering away at my own
Failed attempts
At metallurgy
Yet somehow he found a way
To turn my iron gall heart
To gold
And write away with the soft metal
Poetry to line my heart.
I find myself grinding away at stone
To sharpen my iron edges
But he has plans to mold me
Within his soft alchemist hands
molding his love between them
And thus I wake still in the ground
Waiting for the pick to mine my iron core
To take me in pieces
smelt them together
And fashion himself a heart of gold-
to match his own.
Until the day the gilded sunlight
Strikes and polishes my surface, he finds me
And I know the truth in time
someday
“He is coming, and I am here.”*

*The Time Traveler’s Wife, Audrey Niffenegger