The Birth of Opals

The Birth of Opals
 
Upon my very word indeed
I did once marvel 
at the seeming birth of opals
Along the subtle curve
of her naked back and thigh
And how within
their fiery glow
They did so much resemble
the cascading wave of
Salmon flank 
across my semi precious
Somerset sky 
... 
A county blessed
with what once was and
what might once have been
Upon my very word
I came to know those skies
so very well indeed
Or did I merely wish or 
dream it so 
... 
For my body and my soul
all those blues, greens,
reds and golds .. 
As delicate as fern fronds
and fragile as a wren’s egg
Just as full
yet without familial ties 
...
It was then she sighed
and smiled and brushed
those tiny
beads of sweat aside
As iridescent as the wings
of some hover-fly 
And just as transient 
... 
She was still there till she
was all but gone
And that my friend 
is the true nature of this
one word they all call love
and I have learnt to frown upon ..