Remember, my dearest, how we 
danced our genetic mix 
to a graphite waltz? Above 
us that great-big reflector ball 
spat cosmic light stains. 
Your fingernails strained 
my resolve.  I 

bit your tongue. And later, oh much much
later, I found your blood had dried 
to diamond. 

I wanted you to put it on my finger. 
I wanted you to put your finger on it.
I wanted you to. 
These elemental refrains.

I took your weight 
in my hand 
and grappled 
with how God made you. 

Remember? Until dawn had us tango 
filthy, filthy fullerenes.