She sought the shimmering eternal
In a clenched fist, which she unpicked
Finger by finger, to find
In his calloused palm, a kernel.
He passed through a revolving door,
Found a ball of string, unravelling,
He pulled at the end and sighed
As it bounced across a polished floor.
To her whirlpool shades and hues,
He couldn’t be honest as, lost in his logic,
He would never reconcile
The frost and fireworks of her moods.
Now they embrace in an untamed ocean,
Torn by circumstance, locked in a desperate dance,
With another beyond their grasp,
Holding fast against gales of emotion.
Written by
Martin Hughes
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