The Cache

They say diamonds never break
And yet her heart,
When it did,
The golden of her hair –
Rustled.
Her ruby lips –
Quivered.
Her deep set pair of obsidian –
Glistened.
And
Brine traced its way.
Across the silver.
Of her skin.
Forming along its way –
A pearl.
Washed ashore.
On the granite.
Of my hands.

8 Comments Add yours

      1. My pleasure šŸ˜Š

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  1. Love your poetry – it has such a visceral quality. I wish I could write like you. Thank you for following my blog and appreciating my poems!

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    1. Shanyu says:

      Thank you so much Satyen! Believe me you do not have to write like anybody. Just stick to your writing style and that in itself is praiseworthy!

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  2. Ishita Gupta says:

    Oh wow! I loved the exquisite use of metaphors! Brilliantā¤

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    1. Shanyu says:

      Thank you once again!

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