Encased solid whites look at overflowing red ones;
your body is stiffened, like the love that you have already laid down to rest;
you console me in my resistance to unclutch the diamond-like dreams in my tightened fist-
gently wading my wrist into the summery, warm, turquoise tide;
you bid me to let go-
assuring me someone else will find the diamond-like dreams in the current
and return them safe and sound.