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Pearl in a Riptide
Gift and passion
a pearl caught up in a riptide of sadness
an aurora of blue and green.
Can you make it passed the dream breakers
over the reef and back onto shore
Nobody embraces those that live on the tassel
you can't embrace something spinning at the speed of light
how long can you live on the rim of a volcano
before the spirit catches fire.
Gift and passion
a pearl caught up in a riptide of sadness
At the end of the day,
you just wanted acceptance and love from THEM
but to THEM you were only prey.
I can tell you this
I would have loved you just the way you are...
the 90-proof charm
the string of rubies on your wrist
a soul branded in blue
the many scorpions in your arm
Gift and passion
a pearl caught in a riptide of sadness
If we ever crossed paths
we would have become fast friends.
Two old souls sharing the last drop of whisky
and a bowl of sweet Panama red.
I would have gently teased the blue and green
from your soul.
We would have made love between the embrace
of gilded leather and pinkish lace.
In the frothy aftermath
I would have told you exactly how I felt
it would be easy because it would have been
exactly what you lived to here.
It wasn't meant to be.
We were conceived on a different breeze
You hit your stride then crashed
breathing your last...on the eve of your prime...
while I was graduating from the
swings and sand boxes
stride for stride with time...
ever so briefly.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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