i am sand
grains on the mantle
of the oyster
an irritant inside
two halves of shell
lapping me
like a lover once male
now it female mouth
upon me
how did i allow a thing
such as this to occur
the breadth of skin
exposed to tongue
lips teeth
would i question
valves sneaking me
inside the watery jaws
would i question the
silty bed would i question
my shape
as i rolled out a pearl
a work in progress.
"the bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. we waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love." - tom robbins
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