by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
jewel hard shine glossy smooth
reach my eyes and fingers soothe
count on word assembled rope
her name whispers shouts of hope
twine or chain and bulk of trail
scintillate when mind will fail
one remembrance five a song
then surround as soul sarong
diamond, crystal, jade, shell, clay
terra cotta snare light play
notes caught by eye lash and skin
roll between and gently spin
bead of glass, You speak to me
limp become I ecstasy
body on the cross the end
circle makes, kiss, worshipped Friend
