The oyster whispers echo
within its own silent shell
Its utters of longing
sought to bejewel
a pearl's essence,
as an ocean's murmur
heaves within its shuck

Some might call it lightly
fragile hope;
a fleck of light in dark

Or just a dream
of an unspoken grain of sand,
a diamond in the rough


someone you used to know ...June 2017

Unscathed new love
that flourished throughout,
yet no sense of direction,
but were both willing to
figure out the missing puzzle piece.

When you know the
Sword will pierce you inside out,
Yet you impale your chest over its naked crown
With gracious pleasure, again and again-
*Know that pain?
He is that pain.