Making pearls
July 15, 2013
Sure she's scared,
she should be,
the end game to a love game
that started out in her mind,
real because she thinks it's real,
painful because love imagined
causes pain.
made real by constant rubbing,
the way a clam makes pearls,
if you caress long enough
This thing she clutches
with heart and hands
molding it into a
precious stone
like the stone in a ring on a finger
that's not hers,
glitters all the more
when she ceases it,
it's not hers either.
You can't make love by making love,
but often you can't keep it,
forced it to cast out
into the endless sea
, watch it sail away,
into some else's
arms.
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