Searching expression
upon your face as
my lips gave trivial
rattlings.
Blank, stared back
empty boredom.
Tunneled vision eye's
became my sorrow.
Perception my gift
or my curse?
Unearthed dirt lingers
merged to skin.
Like coal dust
hard to clean.
Adventure was sought,
pampered princess
I am not.
Adrenalin junkie
listen close.
Are you willing?
To shovel,dredge and
sift?
Missions excitement
requires dirt
under your nails.
Perhaps you will unearth,
treasure unknown ~
Remember tears
turn dirt to mud.
Maybe, it was diamond sheen
in a small shy smile.
"Hard work," I think~
as I take my last sip of coffee.
Choose your undertaking wisely, love.
Perception is my gift, my curse.
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