There can be
Little said about
The hearts desire
amidst the bustle
of waking life
as the sun
scorches the sky
and burns a hole
in her confusion.

A lazy, discontented
lover strangled by
words that stick
in his throat languishes
in the heat as she
cools off in the breeze
of his indifference.

Exposed, alone in a
translucent ocean of
discontent, she floats on
the surface of indecision
and ambivalence

When at last the
changing tide sweeps
him off to another shore
leaving her free to dive
deep for her pearl and

Much more… much more.