Had I embroidered a heavenly handkerchief
enwrought with hisibcus, like your blushing lips, and clean beau brown, like your eyes
laced with exquisite patterns the universe devised,
made of the finest threads of vicuña and baby cashmere
I'd collect your tears like blue diamonds so dear
and keep it in my surest vault where nobody knows
because they are the rarest gems on earth
but I only have my words and this beating heart
so I've weaved them so gently like that handkerchief
and written this lyrical enjambment
for your consolation