i am a stained glass saint
and you are a high-pitched
tuning fork pressed against
my flattened multiple colors
you ring
i respond
with crack and shatter
fake gems from a pirate
souvenir shop scattered on
the floor
the red ones are my hearts
the blue ones whatever resolve
i kept in check
more hot lead
and patience
will be required
Words and Feathers 
Nice to come across a happy ending now and then. I did wonder about the resolve, though. Perhaps it has to do with the word “hearts” instead of “hearts?.” I like the flow.
Thank you! Of course, I didn’t mean to give it a happy ending. That’s just how the poem wanted to end 😊
A cracking piece
Pun intended?
Naturally 🙂 Still true, though
Wonderfully penned
Thanks very much ! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
Thank you for the re-blog!
Fantastic. Also “better than usual”, but I’m still trying to think of how best to articulate “why”. I haven’t forgotten!
Thank you!
This has such an opening hook. So well done.
Thanks very much. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
A relationship like stained glass, though beautiful, is bound to shatter. Best to love in plexiglass if one were careful.
Kinky. I figured on pleather. Plexiglass is so –restricting.
It’s strong and transparent, though. You can pound it all night, and it won’t break.
That sounds like story: plexiglass boyfriend with a rubber heart.
Rubber heart. I like that…
You throw my rubber heart on the floor.
It bounces once, twice, and some more –
then hits you smack on your nose.
Blood pours.
Soon after, you depart
with your broken schnoz and my bouncy heart 😦
😂