She holds in outstretched hands
The margarite circumference of us
We are a pearl, born from her mouth and mine
Seed made lustrous beneath hooded eyes of grief and joy
In darkness I take her out, feel the nacre smoothness of her moon
When I am dying piece by piece, I consume those memories as jewels
They whistle like unseen bird, caught in feral storm
Where sound is smothered by chaos and then, just like that …
There is silence easing into precious infinity
Where pelagic water encloses around us, all form diffused
Just a feeling she is with me
Never near, never far, somehow close.