I used my phallic piece
As a chisel, and with
Each stroke I carved
A miniature figurine
Encased in her body of onyx.
Her skin is sun-kissed
With baby oil,
A glistening moon stone
Hardened through centuries
Of endurance,
But still smooth to my touch.
She has absorbed the UV rays
From various suns since
The dawn of ...
And within her crater
Those rays congeal into
The essence of her beauty:
A moon stone whose illumination
Dims when within my arms,
Only to brighten as chips are flicked
Off and grow into future moon stones.
By A. Jarrell Hayes
From the collection To Woman, From Man, available Winter '10
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