The Oyster Maiden
The Oyster Maiden
She peeks shyly at him,
fluttering coquettishly and eyeing
his big strong hands
which wrap around her
and pull her close.
He cracks open her shell,
one sharp, authoritative,
rap, raises her to his lips
and down she slithers.
He lays down a bed of
cocktail sauce and downs another,
but it is not the same,
will never be the same.
She was the One, and
ordinary oysters simply
cannot compare.
The end