Last Rites of Meteors: More Riddles by Jonathan Wonham

after Sliver by Jennifer K. Dick

I'm priceless when chipped,
no mother-of-pearl,
men fever for me, best friend
of a dream girl.

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From which part of my body
emerges, well, sparks?

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Supine pose
converging sap
and insect -

round your neck
transparently
wrapped.


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I'm
levelled

language
I'm

depth
shakes

I'm
rippling

sound
I'm

earth
awake.

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Wave
lets
spike,

brace
lets
break,

hard-
ness
two,

stone
that
skates.

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Last rites
of meteors,

spittle and fire
emboldened:

take me, I'm
yours...

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(answers in the comments...)