First poem in ages...
Diamonds are hard, unchanging. Brilliant light
dances from face to face. In memory
her thumb still strokes a line above my eye
hand cradling my left ear. On our first night.
Her nail sharp down my back, her finger wet
placed silent on my lips. His powdered chin
slightly abrasive. Games we thought we'd win
our cards upon the table. I'll forget
whole conversations. Never lose the sound
of breath against my ear. These moments true
eternal. This is what my lovers do.
They leave, or die. But what I lose, stays found.
Beauties, my thoughts don't change. Still down the years
We lie in rows, sad glitzy crystal tears.