I challenge you in a thousand little ways,
I am the grains of sand hiding on your body
Or in the folds of your clothes after you leave the beach.
Seeing past that social gloss,
And getting to see into you;
The real you after the uncomfortable
Instant that tells your eyes to glance down,
Or to look away, because the combined force
Of both our gazes cannot be contained
Any longer in the moment.
And the connection is gone with the tide.
I let the charm dangle in my blue ocean eyes
And dare you to do the same with me,
But I’ve had practice and am a harder
Oyster to pry; I suppose my pearl is worth it.
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