What did you fall prey to?
Was it the ruthless force of her love,
that removed the oxidation
from your wounded ego with its alchemy?
Or her carnal prowess that pummeled your dented hopes back to their former glory?
Did her eyes dissolve your scars and her climax lacquer-coat your soul’s inner beauty?
She buffed your broken to a mirror-like luster like many before you and you beamed with pride on the mantle by her side.
A restored trophy you must be
but you shone just so she could see
the face of her own hollow ringing victory.