White Opulence

Poetry by | July 26, 2015

I am
what you find inside
the calloused hands
chiseled by the briny
kiss of nature
I am
coy, white recluse
my luster feel refuse
to be captured by the
texture of envious sands
and mocking corals
I am
rare purity, drop of ivory
my placid chambers
protect me from the unfathomable
blue blanket oblivion in
which I am found
I am
white opulence, milk of essence
spilled on the Orient floor
away from the jealous shore
now find me in this aquatic void

Nina was born and raised in the sunny city of Davao.