The Ruby Dares Me
When love is truly satisfying, you’ll settle for nothing less

Colors don’t lurk in you, needing to be turned this way and that, begging harsh light to call them forth. Frivolous diamonds expect you to bend and squint and seek refraction from greedy elusive facets keeping all their vibrant secrets hidden in the hard chisel of war-born crystal.
That won’t do.
For you it must be real. Juicy, ripe, fired from Earth for being too brilliant to abide our dust. Not cold and distant like a taunting star you’ll never reach within a lifetime, but perfervid, nucleic fusion burning away borrowed echoes of self-limiting stars across all time to venerate newness in a gem.
Like your pulse, the ruby dares me daily to remember: we are for each other alive and alive for each other.

“The Ruby Dares Me” was originally published in my novel, THE POWER OF AMIE MARTINE, sequel to THE LOOK.
If you’re into it, read another poem from the book (a little deeper, you might say darker…)
Thank you for reading “The Ruby Dares Me.” It’s close to my heart, a big damn deal to share outside the covers of the book. I blame the :: satisfaction :: prompt for inspiring me to publish it today in the brain is a noodle.
- Jupiter Grant alerted me to the prompt with her riff on not getting any
- Vic Spandrio hasn’t written toward this prompt as far as I know, but he takes satisfaction to the limit in (Almost) Sex On The Beach
- Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) masterfully tucked the origin of this prompt inside a French Canadian meat pie
Tagging a few writers I routinely bookmark here on Medium because they keep me wanting more : Anthi Psomiadou | Vixen Lea | Sarah Paris | Josie Elbiry | Christian Svanes Kolding






