Your pearl

I’m diving deep

and braving icy waters

to find your oyster. Amidst

 

tumultuous waves I’m stung by briny attackers; I

accept those scars as tokens -

And listen now to the sea-swell on the sandy beach,

Feeling thousands of parched granules cutting your feet.

My form fathoms below

in search of your pearl

and I am buffeted and

torn and each plume of blood is

like the prayer of your name from my lips,

and I remember I can’t swim.

 

I’ve shed my breathing apparatus

and am dreaming dreams of you;

in the dark of the underworld you

are my colour and you turn me.

 

Washed up,

cheek in sand,

breakers caressing lips

and hair about me drenched

like seaweed.

I stand and stagger over to you

and this is what I see:

The shell is around your neck

And it will only open for you.

Reviews

[Deviant Works]

This is an amazing poem. The message has been made clear but what I loved about this most was the sensation of being submerged in water. The imagery was that well written that I was able to feel each word. Very well done.

[Isolophobe]

Holy f**k. I can't contain the emotion this stirred in me. May it be a conjecture, but I imagine this is about a selfish lover and I imagine that is why the emotion this has stirred in me is so f*****g unsettled at this moment. Ah. People like you belong in books with words like these.