From: a gem they call by that name
a pool of poems
steely gazing eyes
one half obscured behind in permanent wink
a motion of hand beckons
'come sit, let us see if my gems sings for you'
under soft flopping canopy of candle thrown splashes
a harem of sparkling stony concubines
all dressed in all forms alluring
in bated stillness coyly waiting, almost voicing
'rest your eyes on me let I be captured, of your sight'
a rude grin of kinship reserved for close kin
revealing stained aged self
a sweet crude slick
across an Arctic Shelf
'trust not only what eyes says'
a fixed smile, a lifelong wink
'you will see better, even if not always further, when you see 'clearer'
Do you not hear stones that rings in hearts, gems that sing in eyes'
a gem they call by that name sounded
a singular melody emanated from that cacophony of stolen glimmers
'deeper into me so i can come to you'
melodic tugging equations demolishing distance
'touch with me
weigh the suffering they made onto me
In timeless comfort and hidden from coarse unkind hands
I was formed'
'a solid bubble of light
precious light trapped in fixed silky bead of bluest sky
an aeon of hidden timeless beauty, a meeting many lifetimes in revealing'
by gentle night
a warm gentle caress dressed in scents of lilac
a shy blossom peek from behind delicate favorite ear
a storm of warm crushing kisses
all glowed in the light of the gem they call by that name
In gentle sleep
a singular haunting melody of that name by which we call by this gem, on her favorite delicate finger
lights a beacon to meeting in loving dreams
to together listen
Source: a gem they call by that name
~edit~ updated and corrected typonese