(A poem about an ancient piece of Coral I found in the Egyptian desert)
Coral
Out of the countless ones
you were chosen. You were just right.
Intricately formed, though plain
Like papyrus.
You blend in
though I cannot pass you without
your eyes piercing
straight through me.
I stare back at your dark eyes.
They speak volumes of adventures.
They have been worn away
with years of tears.
Have they seen the sunlight
beat down on the Bedouin?
Have they wandered
with the wise men?
I dare touch you. I hold you.
I feel your desert face
your deep set, dead straight wrinkles
lined with the wild winds
I fantasize
about your once lush,
moving and growing
body.
You speak out
with a voice like tiny shells and instantly
I smell the sea air clinging
to your stout body.
You held the colours of the ocean
in your eyes
my ancient one
but still, I love you.
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