Your yellow stone with the pointless edges
In the waves, in the bay, in the timeless weather
Your tourmaline weak with the dying sun
In the rocks, in the pools in the starless climbs
Desisting weight a shallow bruise
In the beige, in the sands, the sponge shoreline
Your ripples blended, your flecks worn away
In the lines, in the map in your yesterday
Your saffron swirls with the ivory flecks
In the sandpaper hands of the dark eyed man
Your tiger heart a teardrop melted
In the end, in the chapter in the final story