Silver coins from fingers to fingers … a trick of the hands I learned before I could understand.
Reflections of my self, unbroken from a surface I knew in shards.
Arrows piercing, cutting like words thrown from bitter tongues.
You saw me, and the mirror in your eyes became the truth I allowed myself to see.
Slick surface payout that revealed lines (yes), scars (yes), and age (yes?)
Also kindness … silverblue mirror and silverbrown frame around a face … of mine … that I had not loved until You.
My hands are bare, no longer shackled by the rings that declared me property and shameful.
My hands are my own to weave or build with. No reminders of ‘owned by’ or ‘ego slave’.
The rings that adorn me in the future will declare me loved and admired.
My unbound hands and my mouth grow stronger and more sure. Silver truth flows … look at these words as witness.
The goddess spoke Your name and it exploded into stars. Metaphoric meteors I cast my wishes upon.
I see them behind my eyelids while our lips exchange words and passion. Your mouth on mine alights the heavens and I am adrift in a sea of silver lights. Myriad and distant. Endless depths of silver coins spilled from the pockets of the eternal beggar: god itself. An endless ocean with bits of bright chalk here and there … and one perfect blue star.
(Not Venus … no, my love; the she-planet runs her circle and spins her own tales. She is magnificent, certainly, but just a planet.) I mean the star. The Star! The silver-blue tip of Orion’s garment. The one whom I implore to send you messages of adoration, comfort, and loyalty.
There were glittering stars under our feet that night. Crushed remnants of past tragedies that sparkled like Christmas nonetheless. There are glittering glitters of memories in my soul, too. Unlike the nickles in my pocket, we do not reflect: we shine.
We shine silver and create memories of our own. Perfect in love and dancing under the pale blue eye of Rigel.
On silver trenchers I offer you my splintered green heart.
It is not perfect, but it creates pure silver … and it is Yours if You will have it.