If I wait for you
there will be more pearls in me
than there are names in the Bible.
I will be valuable
in my opalescence.
Deep down though I will be
soft and sweet like the sea
and who among men
could sustain the currents of a woman
who seeks validation
in the bright and outrageous act of love?
Soon I will have more
value than substance.
Soon I will be
a wardrobe through
which the worlds of mankind pass
but never enter.
Soon I will be too lonely with war
to remember my original function.