We never asked for this, only one sought it out -
if I had searched, it would have hid,
away in the belly of the beast,
almost in gentle slumber, only flicking a tail
as eyes catch eyes of strangers.
But as it is, the silk string doesn’t unravel
the way it may have done before,
letting pearls drop down and scatter
across the sea and back,
into mouth of clams.
Instead I wear this necklace,
warm around my throat -
it does not choke, but tells
all that wish to know:
this prize does not belong to you.
I do not fight the glowing stones,
they found me and settled here.
At times, I reach behind my neck
with careful, shaking fingers;
just to check the clasp still holds -
Fingers still grope for
each other in the dark.
I beg you, don’t let go.
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