The bivalve breathes
Slow in
Fast out
For movement
For nourishment
For existence
In this world
Is primarily duality
Breathe in
Breathe out
With each step
The path unfolds
Rough and smooth
Raked pebbles
Along garden paths
Lined with roses.
You picked one
Offer it as your token
Stroked it 'gainst your lips
Soft
Plump
Then.
Hourglasses empty
Turn after turn
Rose petals wither
Tortured dry
Trying to maintain
A semblance of youth
Gone.
The bivalve breathes
Slow in
Slow out
Opening its tender heart
To its dark unseen world
I enter
A secret love
A pain it did not ask for
Unrequested
Unrequited
Yet
Someday
To be a pearl.
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