The pearl dissolved
and Cleopatra proved her wealth.
Yet, as her pearl stringer I won’t give
up beading the pearls together
because they aren’t suppose to dissolve
with time and vinegar.
They are supposed to be given in whole to the women
who are not born yet.
The lover delicately dropped a pearl in the bottom of Cleopatra’s wine glass,
but she did not know and swallowed the pearl.
They did not care though because there are more pearls in the sea.
Yet, there was no love quite like theirs.
The mystics are dancing tonight.
Let them twirl in ecstasy in the night and unburden themselves to
Afterwards, paradise awaits.
Before I am fully awake,
I say hello to the man of my dreams in my coffee cup
just in case he can hear me in heaven.
A four-chambered heart,
one chamber for friendship,
one for intimacy,
one for passion,
and one for soul.
Each one pumping for all the twin loves on earth.
It’s just the science of miracles.
A shadowy moon
is all it took to ebb her
thoughts back to herself.
I was an orphan
under her roof as a ghost
that haunts her down now.
Wrinkles in my wine
why are they there when it’s not
hot and I blow air.
Two fish lips kissing
in the sea for none to see
except you and me.
The wind has a way
of opening the doors and
never closing them.