Timbre of the heart II

Dear lover, in absentia
I whisper into shells
Over whether all I gave
Was yours or for myself

Rigid cool of cave
Calms inner storms
Black ink air stale
Smothers fright and fawn

Tentacles do weave
Embroider heart strings
Plucked ruefully
Timbre displeasing

- of course-
To thine ears
Derwent River Tasmania

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