Bedazzle

But words alone
Are the art
I design.

When I sit down to write
I picture you
As a series of gestures,
A palette of colors;

And you become
A jumbled mosaic
Of feelings—

Images
Like tropical fish
Swim in the bathysphere
Inside my head;

They pixelate
Coalesce...
Into the idea of you.

And from this poverty
I make a jewelry
Of words for you,

Drawn
From your essence
To flash and burn with fire,

To glow brighter
Than the diamond stars;

Until all will see
Even in the darkest night,

How you bedazzle
And sparkle
With your own light.