Dear Diamond Friend- Reading

For Julz




I think they messed up with you;
not intentionally, of course.
But I think,
when they slice-cut you open
and stitch-sewed you shut
to stuff in slimy new organs
like cogs in a robot-
turning together
to churn up your steam
and pump out your life-cry,
to raise up your arms
and crash down your legs
to turn you in circles
like jewels are supposed to
to make the light bend
into ten billion colours
to blind all tue bystanders
and bring down the stars-
I said to bring down the stars
themselves
for your red carpet trodding on...
I think when they did this,
they messed up.
Because you shine like you're supposed to,
and you're turning in circles,
and you fly,
and you're flying;
but every so often
for some fleeting reason,
you skip like a favourite CD.
You sputter.
You cough.

So they drag you back in
to patch you back up,
and they try,
I know they're trying...
But rubies like you were not meant for aching!
Rubies like you should be gleaming!
Giving!
Love-cry lifting!
Living their glorious lives!
Not lying faded on hospital beds.
See, I think
when they slice-cut you open
and stitch-sewed you shut
to stuff in new kidneys
and patch your veins up
they forgot
that you needed
more hearts.
I think your real problem is
that you've got so much love;
that as much as you give it,
it comes back redoubled
and it's bursting you open at those
stitch-seams of yours.
My dear diamond friend,
you are love embodied!
... But it's so hard
for a one-heart body
to hold that much love.

You tell them I say so.
And you tell them to fix it,
because I just can't help
but to constantly, Love,
send you more.