People love to see coke disappear into a slim, tall girl,
picture her sunlit sipping from a tall, cool glass,
her legs shining and stretched on top the table.
A wink and a wave shields eyes that clench a glint
of ice to match the cubes that clink in her drink.
Grinning she bites her straw, bites the summer day
and biting at transience, she champs her lip.
A blessing cracked into a bowl –
the yellow nucleus swimming
in a translucent dream.
A matryoshka doll –
three sacrifices enclosed in one another:
crushed, pressed, then pierced.
A sphere of life split –
the golden lava oozing
through an invisible veil.
And your love a greater blessing
I will still have eggs for breakfast
after you are gone.