Lord of Avon
Jewels of a thousand worlds beckon with the stars. Can you, even you, deny their pleas? Rubies warm and vital as that beats within your wrist, emeralds lidless, blinking eyes of dragon; diamonds cathartic ice, crying to flesh. Some call it avarice, love...but yours is the touch of kinship. You are tigers' eyes, and onyx; ebony and pearl ---garnet and moonstone... with diamonds for your breast.
© 1989 Tracy McCulloch
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