The Pearl
She is that grain
that irritant within
ceaseless in its tug
while the pearl forms in my shell.
I am that salty tear
rolling soft down her cheek
its journey incomplete
until I die upon her lips.
Copyright © Chuck Novotny | Year Posted 2012
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