A grain of her sand found its way into my heart
I was not looking, nor asking for such a thing
But she did not care what was convenient for me
Burrowing deeper, slipping between pinched fingers
My feeble attempts at extraction
The strangeness of this foreigner overwhelmed me
I never allowed myself to dream in the colors she painted with
I felt vibrant, and seen, for the first time in my life?
I wanted to be near her
So as to be seen by her and her alone
I became terrified
At the mercy of the wind, the fickle, fickle wind
What I thought was thunder, to wash away the sand, and her
Were instead horses galloping towards me
I found myself on one, seeking the vastness of the desert to calm me
I attempted to bury the grain of a sand
Amongst thousands of others
I wanted her to be home, just not with me
But my irritation at the grain of sand only gave it more power
It gained heat, complexity, and volatility as I tried to bury it
It grew larger than the vastness of the desert itself
Perhaps she merely buried herself in my heart to protect herself
Did she somehow know what was to come?
That with my love she could transition from the limited physical universe
To the unseen and infinite universe of love?
My love for her grew like a pearl in a oyster
So now I have a pearl, but still, what am I to do with it?
Second look: Vince dress, jacket
Third look: Vince blouse, skirt, sandals
Fourth look: Vince dress
Fifth look: Vince top, pants
Sixth look: Vince dress