Sunday, October 24, 2010

Shells

Never sink again into desire,
warm vertiginous drop
and the flush that follows.
Never again. Do not drop
the shield the ice queen cometh.
Warm and easy smile, she holds
a stone between her palms.

A heart is the size of two fists,
one in the other,
in the centre a pearl.
A stone between her palms,
to keep it warm.
To harden her hands.
To move her shell inside where she needs it most.

Soft skin gives way
to easily.

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