waiting for my long-legged ladybug
my scarab of pearls
the ornate curlicues of her ears

waiting for my staggering pinnacle
the lace of her porte-jarretelle
makeup smeared in the heat

the dog in me is worrying a bone
the dog is almost out the gate
waiting for the snap of her fingers

the drip of slow jewels
mineralising over aeons
agonising over and under the tooth

my sun flare princess on her golden stilts
waiting for me to stop crying
giving me something to cry about

making stones drip under pressure
caught between our pelvic bones
making diamonds out of base carbon

petrifying wood with that look in your eye
rising from the grave like a cutting
to make clones of our tongues

to flood every crevice
to fill every void