what could we give you, tiny jewelled shrine which bears all gifts, you, so perfectly gifted? evening sky eyes, scintillate, our stardust past made present delicate mouth, oracular, we bow before its wordless wisdom cinnamon spun silk hair swirls in the merest breath of air pearl-tipped fingers strum our heartstrings’ silver tones sugar sweet velvet cheek calls forth our own golden grace you, so bravely born, named yet numinous, enchant us treasure, we will purify each other in crystal waters of gifted love Gramia June 6 2020