You opened your locket
just for me;
two sides arched like
that rippled above the Israelites
as they marched towards the promised land.
The clasp came undone
I heard you gasp
and we worked together;
so you could guide
that part of me to work inside.
Such a thing, a locket:
powerful, tenacious, inducing awe to the beholder
yet with an appearance of delicacy
an oxymoron reflecting the complexities of woman;
a creation that was truly thought about
a creation to make one feel truly proud
A thing impossible to live without
from Eden ’till now
an influence hopeless to understand;
a force that could
tear down Samson, Solomon, the greatest of men
but in its purity a force to cherish and protect.
It’s a privilege
for you to allow me
to be encased within you.