O clam, are you safe, smug and warm?
Free from the rough seas’ rod of harm
Your heart is tender, but your blood’s gone cold
from the pain of past hurricanes, you did behold
Do you hear life’s sonorous beating waves
in your womb that is shut like a rock-blocked cave?
When you slip quietly on the ocean’s sandy floor,
do you ever consider flinging open your shell’s door?
If you think how cruel and self-defeating is love
when the seagulls of heartbreak storm above
If you could dance again, would you perchance
give love’s open waiting nets a second chance?
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