Tourmaline
In the cracks
and splurging
from thick metal
on a ring
on a wrist
holding lightly
hands of my past
and hers too
three
seven
reasons
seven ways to say hello to a lover
the first way to draw them
with thin lines
and place rocks in the pockets
of both the left and right
sides
of a night
fall into a dream
the only one vivid enough
to remember
happens to be in a desert state
fetal on the dust
yellow from dirt
only one side of my body is connected
the other
held his head
and green bushes
pushed up to something bigger
in dreams, you can have dreams with others
ours was to paint
and spend the rest of our time together
you work your way into the cracks of my life
like tourmaline does too