Cut and Clarity


Fifty pulses per minute, at rest.

Burning sapphire, my heartbeats
trace a syncopated arrhythmia
on the chart.

Lively, my love keeps it molten.

Hot, flowing gemstone that singes
all but the girl who’s my setting.

Light flares within.

How did I live before this?


Posted to dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille night.  The magic word is “burn.”

42 thoughts on “Cut and Clarity

    • It’s one of those things where, if you think about it too much it doesn’t happen. It is an active decision… but not overthought — if that makes sense. Glad you enjoyed it!


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