The thing inside is small,
a single grain of sand,
and I am a mother of pearls,
nacreous bones glowing iridescent
from the shine of the inner light,
the rays of the swallowed sun,
and the moon that burrowed beneath my skin
so that it could shed silver
on the waves of the secret sea.
The thing inside grows,
becomes a jewel, and I mine myself
with the primitive tools at my disposal.
I open the pit at my center to the outside,
desperately believing that someone else
will see my worth, gaze upon what makes me
and feel moved toward the act of love.

05/22/2011

Posted on 05/22/2011
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