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.