Veins of Glass

5/14/96

The crystal bowl shatters
fragments spewing towards my
welcoming embrace,
arms outstretched,
naked chest, legs, face.

Impaling shards lash at me,
crystal veins drawning forth my blood,
unmasking a stained-glass windows
so puzzling in efficiency.

I burn and yearn and groan and moan
strength burning within me,
swallowing the heat unleashed
by the crystal's memory of its birthing forge.

Tiny rivulets run down my body,
a steady stream of life washing
away the shards as they 
slowly coalesce onto the ground,
and yet I am healed.

Tomorrow I shall get a broom
and sweep up this beautiful tapestry
of glittering silicon and hemoglobin…
But now is a time to eat.