EMERALDS is a poem about insecure places that have no rights in older age...the past is past and so very, very, very far away...but the green eyed pirate is still alive and winks....

EMERALDS

It was her full lips
and the way she called you Babe
and I (never jealous before this)
felt the green seep into my bones
harden like emeralds
that you never gave me
but you two made love
over and over and it's long past
Turn around and look into
some other mirror
her eyes tell you of passions past
mine: of no passions at all
Emeralds worth nothing
like diamonds in Russia
where the meteor made them
mute and hard and cold
and not like Love
at all