Take my love; she sang to the waiting shore
He clung like a limpet to her breast.
Placed an oyster, ripe with sea, into her open mouth; sealed it with a kiss.
They toasted their lives in wine glasses - pure: each sip,
Another kiss,
A declaration of eternity.
Love.
Lost.
Long ago.
I stoop to collect the memories in my hand.
Chinese hats/houses for pearls/jagged glass now smooth
It is this I remember, not their kiss or heart-love.
It is this I hold in my hand.
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