Becoming Something New

Every morning you rise 

without asking.

You are so beautiful 

while you undo me.

Your warmth presses against me.

A drop forms,

then another.

Suddenly,

I feel myself slipping,

edges softening,

corners turning into water.

“But I can't stop shining,” you say.

I can’t stop watching

as you slowly take my life.

Drop by drop

I become something new

something less solid.