Open

The process of opening ourselves to love, it is a bit like a clam or oyster shell. It needs some energy, some elbow grease sometimes to get at the juicy clam or that lustrous oyster. So worth it after we open it (that is if we aren’t allergic to shellfish). Same with love, I think. Except that elbow grease must be courage paired with persistence of faith. One crack might lead to a wedge and one wedge might lead into a gap and one gap might lead into a ravine… ahhh, the possibilities of love.

in you, I believe
a world in this crevice–
our indifference cease to
exist when mouths open and
we are swallowed inside
the belly of a whale
to contemplate the silence
in our breaths right before
our lips touch and we
purge whats left of sin
and thoughts so long
as we are consumed
only by one another, I shall
continue to sink myself deeper
into the crack until love
pries us all open

© mr gahon 9/9/14

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About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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