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Like an oyster
Like an oyster
Left now only
with a belt of pearls
I peel and palm each lustering orb
whilst whispering your names
reverently,
till the call of dawn
and this….
after invading your , sometimes,
sacred spaces ,
oh !
so brusquely
but then again…..
you ,
naturally,
like an oyster,
haloed and held
my rough intrusion
deep inside your quivering fibres and folds…..
churning and turning
the irritation into a tear-like pearl,
or was it rather,
after the ache ,
a pearl-like tear?
And now…….
with the night
gelling around me a bounteous black pearl
I think of you
and your loose-limbed movements,
dearly,
and it eases like love,
loneliness away .
Truly……
you must be infused
by the same enveloping force ,
that now
majestically orients
this silver orb,
this pocked pearl…..
in my zenith .
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