iridescent girl

My iridescent girl,
you are impossible to reduce
into something words can pin down.
Your true nature lies in the pearly belly of the oyster,
calling me to crack open and explore its luminous insides.
I see it in the twinkle of the diamond that studs out of your nose,
glimmering a hypnotic glow that pulls me in closer and closer,
until there is blood across the sheets
when my nose snags against yours.
And we are laughing at our reflection,
your hot, sticky blood creating a sheen across our skin,
glossed in blood, sweat, and tears.
And I try to capture the precise color of the moment,
but it is gone,
shifting across the moonlight.
I wake up to your opalescent wisps of blonde across my chest,
twirling around each silky strand with tenderness.
I wonder how it can exist as so many colors at once,
and I know I may never have the words to understand you,
nor the ability to capture your fluid light in my cupped hands.
But I experience you with full clarity,
feeling the rays of your shifting warmth
as they fleet through the gaps of my fingers with tender transience.
I will treasure you in my temporary possession,
polishing your skin for as long as you reflect my light.
My iridescent girl.