beautiful things - three
A poem, finally finished today, though it's been a work in progress since summer. Inspired by two different dysfunctional would-be couples I know, one in Albany, one in Rochester.
Subtle cliff face, a sheer drop of stationary stone
What a fool, to press crystal against that marble cheek!
Didn’t she think of your hunger?
Grabbing at glass moments with granite hands
Limestone lips twitch at pain unfelt
Glass to sand to dust and all that’s left
Is gasping cavernous desire.
Can you taste the powder of each instant
Destroyed by your steadfast obsidian eyes?
Does it tease your senseless senses,
Crushing each pebble of potential bliss
Into glacial gravel,
Frostbitten and fuming?
But she forgives your hunger, and imagines
A chink in cobblestone is warm welcoming earth
Even as cold rock sucks the passion from her hands.
Subtle cliff face, a sheer drop of stationary stone
What a fool, to press crystal against that marble cheek!
Didn’t she think of your hunger?
Grabbing at glass moments with granite hands
Limestone lips twitch at pain unfelt
Glass to sand to dust and all that’s left
Is gasping cavernous desire.
Can you taste the powder of each instant
Destroyed by your steadfast obsidian eyes?
Does it tease your senseless senses,
Crushing each pebble of potential bliss
Into glacial gravel,
Frostbitten and fuming?
But she forgives your hunger, and imagines
A chink in cobblestone is warm welcoming earth
Even as cold rock sucks the passion from her hands.