Poem: If Diamonds Were Ocean Shells

Artisan spine
    possessed shapes brawling under anxious sheets
    curves dissolved and melting into disruption

Break for me
    as if diamonds were ocean shells
    as if graphene were glass
I would drown in this
I would bury myself alive in this  
I would burn slowly inside of this
I would brick up inside of his

and spend my days
    serene between
his sweet skin
and his triumphant insides.  








                                                                                                        Poem born from: s is for his spine.