"Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea."
"Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven."
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Source: Anne Sexton (1999). “Love Poems”, p.2, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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