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.
Many have observed
said it in many ways
grief is the price of
love
I’ll argue love is
something more
than extractor of a price
a door, a gateway
opening of self
to all feeling
full spectrum
being human
Love your adjectives! Nacre, pelagic and the feral storm. Splendiferous!
🙏🏾💙
Such mesmeric imagery in luscious language
This is absolute perfection.
<3 Always