Give Me the Deeper Pearls

Give me the deeper pearls beneath the sand—
The hidden shells, the buried rings,
The calluses that mar your weary hand,
Give me your eyes when you are all alone,
When all your shows of strength are put to sleep—
I like the honest mystery of things.

Give me the wild roots below the tree—
The knots of wood, the mud that clings
And I will show you secret bits of me—
The undertow that comes to stir my sea—
My pale and salty skin when I emerge.

And even when I’ve glimpsed your truest side,
The hidden shells, the buried rings,
And any of the stories you confide—
I will remain your safest place to rest.
Give me the deeper pearls beneath the sand,
I like the honest mystery of things.


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