Colored Chalk (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #07)
You were that shard that shoudl’ve fit
Into my crystal; and glow! it gleams
Against the blushing of napes and plaid
Fragments colliding in fusion within our navels —
Blessed in garmented nudity and combustious plea,
Until it were naught but colored chalk:
Shoved under the bedskirt with fallen monsters.