Delicate snowball cradled in latex,
grotesque confectionary beauty.
A glass seed frosted from distilled haar,
harvested death, still unprimed for life.
Wrapped in an eastern widow’s veil,
a bridal chalice engraved with loss.
Gently cupped with gloved competence,
a denatured vessel etched in air.
Reborn, bloody, swollen and restarted,
will this pale ornament seem quite so fine?
Bonny is as bonny dances, pressing
by hot and ruddy, stealing heat from stone.
The image cusps a movement in-between,
risky hopes sketched in disembodied flesh.