Blue Moon

82) Material Girl

I treasure that of diamond flesh

treasure one of ruby eyes,

gold speckled lashes

and the gossamer threaded within your hair flies

I treasure you of the emerald gaze,

and wonder, ponder, meander

your thought trails, littered

with your riches, I dream of

a tanzanite spyglass, mine

broke through overseeing the ravines

of treacherous mind land,

mine cracked under the pressure in the catacombs

of past thought/grief/brood,

I wished for a sapphire ring

for the bell tolls deep, fathoming the thought trails

walked unwalked crossed uncrossed

threading through the labyrinth, I treat myself

to a sight of your black pearl irises, 

embroider me with the finest of silks and laces

I talk of me, myself

much too much. But go on gild me

anyway, indulge me in velvets and cashmeres

I always loved the pretty picture, pitch perfect glamour

of self-indulgence, so shame on me

I crossed one too many paths in waking walking thoughts,

see me walk the thought of treasure chests

return and tie it in a frayed bow.

(7th April 2014)