You are a goblet of the warmest yellow,
smooth as new skin, half drunk with dew.
Like most beauties, unapproachable
well-versed in the cost of contact.
You’ve no patience for bold admirers
the daring, the curious, the thirsty
All are pain-punished instantly,
left a sticky lesson, somewhere tender
To touch you requires near-weightlessness,
sunlit certainty, a diadasia’s whorled descent.
You ask only what needs asking,
irrefutable purpose, a means to bear fruit.
Tova Feldmanstern is originally from New York City and currently resides in the San Francisco Bay Area. A social worker by profession, she is currently pursuing a degree in music. Her poetry has been published in Gravitas and Aurora.