Diamond

Sleep me, new me,

rock me in the low low tide of your mouth.
Keep me somewhere

symmetrical as Heaven.

You know where elevator doors

fit together—
their only two blunt, metal eyelids
aligning, like the way stars would align
if it were up to them?

Put me there. Feed me

to the edge, to the place
where pressure is so infinite
it’s comforting,

and the only thing left to be is God.

— 2010