A pearl
in memory
is perfectly pure
Within a shell
expectation
is elusive
Like shut eyes,
you can hope
that an iris
will encase a pupil
full of answers.
To see within a soul,
the anticipation behind
a closed door
A pearl earring
close, looming
and real
casts a shadow
on my pale neck
But, placed delicately in a box
the idea of a pearl
is more precious