The Pearl and the Oyster
My gift on treasured shoulders lay
Touch him, roll him, kiss his breast
But know, you're not his first
I too came to love this bit of shell
This tiny structure, set upon my pink cushions, soft as day
Together, we lay in watery depths, hidden within translucent light
At first, its birth unwanted
I tried to shed this growing thing
In time, I came to know this silent child, held fast within me
He grew in circlets, brightness in its unseeing eyes
I shielded him from the outside world
This thing, my own, my special orb
Then one day a metal bite
Fingers entered and felt my child
A rip, a tear and then I lost
My orphaned one, bound on knotted string
His future lie, on slender necks
Adorned by a lover's gift
Now, I a tiny thing, a bit of shell
Placed upon pink cushions, soft as day
To wait and grow, until I too, can be touched
And kissed upon a loved one's throat
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