a skeen of gems

Written by: Anthony Slausen

           Once upon her time
she filled their spine with precious gems
pearly faced with leopard mind
a dreamy lace for hopefull men.
stiletto tapped star(amplified),
they romped around the loins of time
played boomerang with happiness
until the rocket fuel went dry.

death chose 
to be her sable muzzled beau
left us plates of mirror, lye and crow...........................................in the wake, skeens of dying gems
(the finger print of hopeless men).