Emeralds and rubies
A million, million times to fail and then
to tickle the sleeping dragon’s tail
porcelina of the ocean’s wide, I know
someday you’ll take me with you
wanting though your waning tide and
see me to the other side, but no
I already know this much
no, not tonight
but stay a while longer, why not
linger like a lover who fondly spies
unblinking through her emerald eyes, neither judging nor seeking,
sustaining fission. attentions focus, so circumspect
forging a tungsten tide upon your dull and slumbering
infinite shore, come forward and fall back again
into your sleeping ruby-demon core
can you feel it in your bones, does the
dragon dance and tickle, does the fire
pierce your skin and slip your veil
a million times before to fail
then in an instant become your emerald depths
shot through and dissected by the knowing
porcelina of the ocean’s wide, I know
someday you’ll take me with you
through your waxing tide and
see me to the other side
A million, million times to fail and then
A tickle of the sleeping dragon’s tail
or was it, but for a moment’s slip of the hand
neutrons ignite the air and paint the night-time sky
before everything quietly falls away
almost like it was before
dark muse 