when they speak of your soul
as monstrous, as unkind
i stare at them in confusion
for you don’t really come to mind
both victims of a kindless crime
it’s no surprise we lack the tender
touch that others seem to crave
to which we won’t again surrender
i’ve got diamonds in my mouth
and by your tongue were they delivered
they’re rougher, there’s no doubt,
than the look your eyes have whispered