Lord of Avon

Jewels of a thousand worlds beckon with the stars.
   Can you, even you, deny their pleas?
Rubies warm and vital as that beats within your wrist,
       emeralds lidless, blinking eyes of dragon;
          diamonds cathartic ice, crying to flesh.

Some call it avarice, love...but yours is the touch
       of kinship.
   You are tigers' eyes, and onyx; ebony and pearl
         ---garnet and moonstone...

       with diamonds for your breast.

Tracy McCulloch, 1989
Ball State University, Muncie, Indiana

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