Pen sets to page
words tumble down
yet nothing is worthy
Teardrop-stained paper
words melt
the wounded page bleeds
I am betrayed! These words
pierce my heart
with their stony inadequacy
Mind and heart torn asunder
in an agonizing search among the oyster beds
for the perfect pearl
The poetic heart
to be revealed
as only you have touched it
The thrill of your dazzling mind
and flesh set aflame
haunted by your caress
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