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The Beachcomber

...and so I licked pearls
salt fresh from the sea
and rimmed my tongue
around the oyster meat
of your mouth
where brine and foam
washed upon your sweet face
shining in the warm sun
and nested in my other
lover's lap

His own tide high and
full flow.

Though long experience
wound me weary
to this shore, amazed, here
where a maid may yet be born
in a first kiss, while drowned
in the amniotic ocean
of another woman's eyes.