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PURE VERB
If you ever tasted one
you would know what I’m talking about--
Oysters, that speed up
your heart and make your blush
pinker in the eyes of your lover
She watches you eat first
of course, as if she never knew you
the way you scoop up starlight
with your tongue
No forks, nor knives
The cold steel belongs
to the civilized horde
Your thick hands
never so gingerly
holding the juiced shells
with fine lines of ocean’s touching
Your mouth
an estuary for the pearl
that hides deep, alive
in the ocean’s telling
You have traveled so far
to this salty coast together
white sand and wet limestone
for a moment of peace
by the indulging sea
to bath in perfect
memory & seaward wind
Don’t ask why
I’m drunk from your song
I’ve never found such beautiful
sound in my native tongue
like poetry, unapologetically
cunning & finely tuned
A pure verb!
:3/15/05
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