In particular minutes
I want to collect all the marbles
The blue swirls
The golden flecks
They’re cool in my hands
And knock together over my stretching fingers
More, I insist
Another minute
I watch them drop
Some bounce
Others crack
A few shatter on the floor
Shards fly over my feet
But my palms are clean
Then I want one
The singular cool sphere
Black and purple
Red in the center
I find forever
Rolling across my heartline
In a minute, another
With Love,
Natalie