How To Create A Diamond

We snowball grief
in the garden of origin.
This way it eases the parting,
hiding one bead of tear
salting one of the eyeballs,
and the ferns, orchids, hyacinths
sprawl like insomniac veins.

I am dressed to the T.
In my breast a pocket pyramid,
all silk and chosen by you once
for no reason, is nothing.
Hey, it can't even mop one's cheeks!

Near the heart
all desires (Hush!) evolve —
fossils first, then coals
and a diamond of an engagement
ringing to no answer.