A diamond within glass

When you circumscribe like pasture played by the fire
A light kissing will respond
the callous fire of a planet
Some begin but I reflect your sand like river?
I’d do it for the momentum in which you travel
for the juices of sand-colored bees.

When the bees die, so will men.

You’ve returned
from her feet and her curves awaken
roots of the earth
a current of solute mist,
that does not know why it flows and trusts her red.

Red story.

It’s a continuing mosaic of death
the maternity crystallizing from my finger
my heart is filled with pride like a silken curtain