Heart of Stone
Our love
was fossilized coral.
You found it covered
beneath Jamaican sands on a beach
across the sea
a holey, hidden, heart-shaped symbol.
You thought it was a rock
a refuge -- steady, sturdy, stable
but it was pierced and punctured
malformed and manhandled by the waves
a stone of lifeless remains.
Holding our love in the palm
of my warm, living hand
of my warm, living hand
it was cold, hard
like stone, ridged and lumpy
appearing firm but so fragile.
Formed and molded
but not at all stylized
the coral was unique to only us.
Potentially pure
but tainted an ashy white--
chalky traces of the past.
The color is gone.
The memories... set in stone.
~cdw~
09/11/13
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