The snailPosted: April 18, 2011
Once in a lover’s arms sheds
It’s protective shell, lies bare
Curls itself in to the warmth like a new born babe, trusting
A snail without it’s shell, exposed
And fragile, naked
And glistening, shining
In it’s silvery untouched zeal.
It is not
To be whipped at, lashed and nipped
Pricked with pinpoint words
Only to be stroked, to be sheilded
With care and warmth, to be cupped
With tender palms, not squashed
Under the weight.
The boneless, defenseless thing
Shall break in half, dry up
Of it’s silvery zest, shrivel down
And crumble like a leaf that has fallen
From a nurturing tree, beaten down
By a relentless, unforgiving sun.
Shall die,disintegrate, become
The blackest of coals that lies beneath the rocks
Without its silvery sheen. Ugly
All life drained.