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.