Pearls

Third dress. No lace.
Yes to I.

Bamboo-worms float around
An old dream.

Pearl-lobes lengthened time.

One worn in Santa Fe another one, Roses.

Full flare, girth hiding

Birth. Hand painted groom.

Bloomed, tombed. Chocolate

Leather. Landia
Not for long, cruel I do’s.
I was.

I grown-self.
Some wisdom. Some kindness.
Fairy ma well taught.

Now yes. And yes. Yes.

To this:
Ivory heart rising from sea.