Glimpsed Valentine

To lay the stone
of the heart
into the heart
of the stone
and for a gem
to flower
what high
pleasure has
a tourmaline
for a body
the corpse
of a thought
as when pulling
my shirt off
over my head
in the sun
I glimpsed some
one else sliding
out of my body
like being turned
inside out
that school girl
I keep seeing
my angel.