Pearls.

Sand in my eyes with the grit and the dust and the every reflection of infinite rust Brown, gold and blue and that beautiful green Crystalize eyes that have seen what they've seen Oil the hinges in sockets and pine Break me and make me and know that you're mine Transform your selfishness into divine as you polish my every regret Sleep me and weep me and stop me in tracks that I made last November with you to distract for we are the happenstance on the right track and you bloom right in front of my eyes Grit in disguise from mistakes once or twice that got polished in oyster eyes liquid shellac Conquered devotion and we are intact as we move on to far better days...