porcelain, the moment eyes touch

are we not flayed for the sparkle

underneath the flesh drying, thickening to be is

polished by passion

to be out of proportion for a metallic hue

to everlast the way

you are my object and I’m shiny yours

the mineral-soaked, non-smelling sworn seeping

out of inorganic moss of a silver tree

tongue with bells of bronze

dappled with pebbles and hopes love

bullets ringing nipples choking

grabs breath paths mouthing

for milk in ceramic

bowls of jaws and pallets, cuffed and clanking

are we not, pots and glass

of hearts and diamonds and brass

a chandelier of two bodies

as we decay one cog at a time

until rust takes over skin

heart over matter, forever petrified, forever dazzling