Her muddled sandy ground was stoned to life 
by the sharpened stakes of his shielding palisade
She only wished the wooden top spikes 
were electrified through their steely fidelity
for those doting stakes were too large, 
spaced too far apart
to protect the already entered
troops of evidence (‘suspicion’ by name) 
where his uprooted confidence 
needed to rely on the bottom of this defensive structure
grounded still on her
Now she delights in being his stony ground
never to be ripped out of herself

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