The Armored Husk

How long will I elude you, who resides in me Lo! You molded me like clay, from a dirty drop the singular whispered voice that spoke with the ferocity of a booming baritone choir, You were the ship that sailed across turquoise skies setting atop a Himalayan throne the perpetual pulse tingling my razored wrists, I saw you as the mountain spring spouting ink taking the form of scripture Your word, was the armored husk that protected all precious pearls, yet uncomparable to any eloquence that embroiders the necks of modish maidens You are nearer to me then I am to myself the rose-colored oil, that vivifies my bursting veins, the saffron that clasps on to my nostrils as I emerge from the ocean floor, to come up for air