Mercury

She holds the moon
in a silver cup
She needs no spoon
To stir what she sups

Silver is the honey comb
Of her memory
Of all the bees in a bomb
Exploding in her tree

Silver are the rain drops
Rolling down the steel
Stopping in the silver pool
Of the place she feels

Her name is Mercury
She changes like the ocean
Flows like electricity
Solid metal into liquid emotion

Mercury like a switch
Turning on to off
Letting the current change her body
From hard to soft

Precious as Silver
Conducts like Gold
Mercury in a fever
Changing faces like the moon she holds