Treasure

belly-dance-323313_1920.jpgYou are a jewel

within the treasure chest

of my heart.

You are my topaz,

set in crushed red velvet.

You are my secret

that I have locked away.

A forbidden love,

too decadent

to reveal.

 

You charmed me

like a snake

in the dark ethereal woods

of Vrindavan.

 

I was a curvy goddess

of ruby lips,

creamy moonstone breasts,

liquid gold

between my thighs,

who got fucked

by a god

in a dream

and awoke

to an empty bed.

 

Yet my tears

become stones.

Wondrous precious stones.

 

They shine within me,

opalescent with hope.

A whisper, kyanite flecked,

a rose quartz-hued ache,

obsidian longing,

black and deep.

 

Hidden beneath my clothes,

I wear

an alabaster cameo

carved in your image.

The memory of you

pressed against my warm skin.

I can still feel

your mouth on mine,

can still hear

the faraway sound

of your approach,

your amorous

flutesong.

 

 

 

 

 

My Lover’s Eyes

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My lover’s eyes are stony,

impassive,

like the inscrutable eyes

of God

when we make love.

 

And I am a precious jewel,

shining radiantly

in the mirrorĀ of his gaze,

my skin creamy ivory,

my lips pinkĀ like rhodochrosite,

the hard rubies of my nipples gleaming,

waiting to be polished further

by his tongue.

 

We glow together.

 

Love is a diamond,

multifaceted and rare,

formed from the weight

of extraordinary pressure,

yet exquisite to behold

when all is said

and done.