exquisite fell from your lips, apple from a
tree proving gravity pulled the carpet out
from underneath and i will deny that it was
love spreading his seeds.  i cupped the light
from your eyes in my palms, held the brightest
parts of you for the world to see.

i hope the mirror tells you what i know, hope
it shows you that you are just as delicately
entrancing in the darkroom as in the bleached glow
of copper sun.  bijou-darling, waste away with me.

the weight of a crown cannot hold you close;
passion coruscation cannot tie you down.
a pearl is a grain of sand but you are priceless,
a diamond solitaire lovelier than the silver that
hems you in.  i will buy you a glass carousel

so that we can travel forever and forget
that we aren't going anywhere at all.