Diamonds Between Our Teeth

You are not my muse,

you are my opulence.

 

We imbibe Hennessy

and Château Pétrus

 

on a corner couch

in L’Hotel de Sers

 

as if this were an event

in the modern Olympiad.

 

We falter into frozen

December air and ride

 

toboggans down icy

streets in the snow,

 

singing a slurred rendition

of the Star-Spangled Banner.

 

Hearts glistening like

gold, we fall asleep

 

on the cool floor of a

bright bronze ballroom

 

beneath crystal chandeliers,

with roses in our hair.

 

Your fingers trace the

folds of my sly smile,

 

my slender parenthesis,

between which my lips

 

brush yours in exotic

red waves of heaven.

 

We have come from

and died with the stars.

Reviews

[Tumara Hall]

Wow, What a touching piece, so enthralling, every word so carefully picked. The spirit in each phrase is overwhelming. Thank you for sharing so many beautiful words :)