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a 50-carat diamond in cool champagne

Posted to Action Poetry




the first time we spoke
it was as if i knew her
1,500 years ago
priceless, profound
the timbre of her voice
like a 50-carat diamond
in cool champagne
rough on the edges, hoarse
speaking in utter beatitudes
eyes focused like subtle nightlights
on my entire spacious being
her brain a metallic chain reaction
splitting the atoms of ideas
& as glorious glowing words
spiraled out of her throat
i leaned across the table & kissed her
wanting nothing more than to trap
that tranquilizing outpour
& stop the current
before it all flowed away at once



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