Open and Shut--a poem
his hands, like the sea anemonenimble, graceful, movement
his laughter, like the sound
of the ocean at low tide
his voice, high and resonate
like the call of the conch
his depth, deeper than
the sea's coldest reaches
his spirit, like the siren
calls to you and then vanishes--away
his heart, a mussel
open and shut
open and shut
posted by Sat Purkh Kaur Khalsa @ 9:56 AM
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