You're A Glittery,

brilliant, hard-cut diamond and sometimes when i try
to touch you, i draw back fingers dripping blood
because of the edges on you.

but, oh! the fire inside you draws me. to be dancing
inside the flame that burns within you, i sometimes would
chance anything.

but the fire in a diamond is cold.

one forgets that in those moments of desire.
and i can only dance around you.

and the only thing that can cut a diamond, is another
diamond and i'm nothing but cubic zirconium at best.

so i dance and i yearn and i protect myself as best i can.

waiting with held breath for you to shatter at the first touch
of a brilliance greater than your own.

denise

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