The jade on my finger, the amethyst
The moonstone, lapis lazuli, above my wrist
I like to dazzle myself with them
That earned wisdom is a treasured gem
Gems can be lost in despairing moments
on a clotheshorse of circumstantial torment
Even the buzzing dishwasher’s pains
cannot wash the dishes of all their stains
Can the translucence of a smile be a gem?
Or is it a mere perfume of flowers shorn from their stems?
Is love porous like the borders between friends?
From it, can the soul shine like a gem?
I relive memories, counting all those gems
expose the tender brown of my skin as I pull up my hems
These gems are the salts in my refreshing bath
I relish the shower that love is what God art
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