Paint Chip's Promise
Brazilian Ruby, rich and dark, fiery with the beat and the heat
of wild gems pulsing deep beneath the earth’s crust –
rolls on smooth as a humid cloak of dusk, its gloss
reflecting the outline of my body defined by candles’ shadow.
In this room I will sink into the warm depths of indulgence,
licking my lips as I step across the threshold, anticipating
the next revelation: ripe fruit glistening on the offered plate
of dreams; in waking, the jewel of my solitude sanctified.
Should I choose to share this room with another, its magic
would be no less than holy: the crown of thorns transformed
by gold pure and true, circlet set upon his head in royal invitation
to join me, to watch the moonrise together within these walls.
Thanks to the clerk at Aubuchon's Hardware who was never the wiser as I picked through the selections on the paint chip rack...if he only knew!
of wild gems pulsing deep beneath the earth’s crust –
rolls on smooth as a humid cloak of dusk, its gloss
reflecting the outline of my body defined by candles’ shadow.
In this room I will sink into the warm depths of indulgence,
licking my lips as I step across the threshold, anticipating
the next revelation: ripe fruit glistening on the offered plate
of dreams; in waking, the jewel of my solitude sanctified.
Should I choose to share this room with another, its magic
would be no less than holy: the crown of thorns transformed
by gold pure and true, circlet set upon his head in royal invitation
to join me, to watch the moonrise together within these walls.
Thanks to the clerk at Aubuchon's Hardware who was never the wiser as I picked through the selections on the paint chip rack...if he only knew!
