A planet of marble
rolls in one hand.
Slippery, slight.
A weapon.
You feel it burn
in the quiet night.
Spilling its bile
in blue veins;
its endless circle
clinks, bumps, noses
the edges of sleep,
disturbing dreams.
A planet of marble
rolls in your head
Slippery, slight.
A verdict.
Categories: Just Poetry
Just Scribbling 
This reads marvelously! I read it out loud just to hear the words. Very special, Sally.
Thanks so much Debra
Oh lovely. Incites many feelings. -Renee
Thanks Renee