Precious

Today my mind is a kaleidoscope of black
with filaments of sapphire dripping down the page.
I see the world through a stranger’s eyes,
dark and hard as marquina marble.
My love in the mirror, your bones are thin rods of quartz;
I could snap them with my fingers.
You are the most beautiful machine i have ever seen.
snap. snap.
Pure gold runs through my veins,
electrum pulses from my heart in perfect time.
snap. snap.
When I break they will take my body and sell it in pieces.
They will string my fingernails on a necklace
and I will hang from the neck of a queen.
Even then, I will be precious,
for there is nothing else I know how to be.