Turquoise Stones
You could
drown in their round, brown depths,
Or,
skim the soft, cinnamon surface.
Maybe,
you'd melt under a mahogany stare.
But,
it is I, who should beware
As you
casually encase me in
the cool, cobalt caverns
Of a
startling sapphire stare.
Seized
by perfect, prussian pools,
ensnared in sheer, cerulean silk,
I descend
docilely
into clandestine depths
and linger there.
Karen Krueger 12/8/1999