there are diamonds
in the novocaine mouths
of priests
there are emeralds in the eyes
of cast-iron saints
rubies embedded in the steady spines of elephants
a rabbi kisses a sapphire
on the third night of Chanukah
and for just a moment
the world is still in opalite bliss
God Themself planted geode beds
to produce the holiness that Man cannot
for all our ornate necklaces and bracelets, our LCD madness
there is seldom a screen
strong enough to contain
the Holy flood of gemstone love
gemstone love
gemstone everlasting love
when chocolate and flowers and orgasms aren’t enough
there will always be crystal hearts lying awake post-midnight
fall into God’s favorite geode bed
and grow to mountainous might
i ache to love
a gem the size of my heart—
not to wear it as a ring, no
but to allow it to make love to me
the way Man
never could
hails from the Lower East Side of Manhattan (New York, USA) and posts her poetry
to Instagram: @poet.faerie.magic
