• He placed mahogany in her eyes
    For the diamond dew engulfed.
    A drop let on his desert plain,
    Rejoice.

    With his soul, he slashed a dove
    Upon her chest of thorns.
    So why, she wonders solemnly,
    does the bird still smile?

    He caged her numbness with a frame-
    His body or his mind, I think,
    And took with him her sanity
    Assassin, pouring grief.

    His words signaled the smoke
    But hopeful as she holds her air;
    Stand still while wind plays tricks in mind, tonight
    Breath will prevail.