A Chalice for Your Tears

From these flames that rise from passion

Blue-tipped and dancing,

Filling heart chambers with golden hues

That glimmer in recesses that harbor truths,

From platinum reeds of tender words

Cast upon me during romantic spells,

Conjurings of enchanting actions,

That bend my stubborn will,

Quotidian incantations,

What’s simplicity proves their rule,

My fond memories like adept artisan fingers,

Hone and fold forged layers of resilient skin,

A dreamlike liquid cover of truths,

Beautifully waving like Damascus steel,

From emerald dreams of your ruby lips,

I place moonlit sapphires as imagined kisses,

Stolen in the romance of lilac nights,

And from tip to stem a diamond stolen from,

The glimmer in your eyes,

This chalice I fashion in my heart,

forged of moments I hold firmly to my soul,

For your gentle, sweetly saline tears,

might I cause a single one to fall,

To gather and to keep them,

to decant them in atonement,

if ever they are called.