She’s
a firefly to pause upon iron ever to store a soul. We
rock
gently to grip marbled prayers ankle high in granite
earth.
She’s sandstone as gorgeous as perfection to mourn
a
flaw; and ever this wind—to drift into consciousness
while
sin explodes. It’s torn our contradiction to strive a
Bible’s
life where trespass is such treasure; and ever for
hell—where
glory was even this morning.
She’s
baroque
pearls
even an anklet stored in antiques crawling into flesh.
I
pray a pendant has captivated gems where eyelashes bat
free
a starving affection; and such brilliant value—to
excavate
proclivities where a part of self dwelled in
dungeons.
She’s
a heart-stone a diamond’s awareness and sapphire
tears
running through wilderness ever to cry, “Mercy.” I
grip
for birth a war for freedom wrapped in dying arms.
We
morph ever to return stripping both necklace and
heart-stone.
I’m
lightning a key a couple’s layer ever to tillage souls-
of-soils
to broadcast a love dripping into roots; and she
flings
into future a mind of confession to repent for a
thought given breath.
