The Pearl

Some folks are all knees
And knobby elbows-to-ribcage
To wedge into others
What they have to say.
Not you, though.

You fit the shape of the moment
Perfectly, the way your head
Fits my neck nook in a hug.

Like a rock shore rushed by sea,
You have been weathered
Into a mountainous Moore.
And, dear God!, what a view.

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