refraction

Of precise 
diamond cut
she refracts light's query
in the pale blue 
of what is to come,
the blush of
crimson things past.

Carbon, a rearrangement
of life that contemplates her,
formed in slow heat's ache, 
pressure irresistible
like the gaze itself,
eyes seared by inquiring
the intuitiveness
of sharp, geometric form,
the wonder of brilliance,
her tactile feel in my hand.

Beyond soft warm red
and the fierceness of purple,
the colors again go silent
no need for words, 
persistent memory
awakened.

© Jon Bohrn (2003)