A diamond within glass-weep no more.

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

You’ve returned again, and weep once more.
from her feet and her curves awaken, body shaken.
roots of the earth, weep no more.
a current of solute mist,
that does not know why it flows and trusts.

Body art, trust the artist.

It’s a continuing mosaic of death, tossing and turning.
The maternity crystallizing from my finger, trembled spoken.
My heart is filled with pride like a silken curtain.

Like glass within a diamond.