Of the ocean
There is a hidden pearl
Buried deep inside
A dark and lovely pair of lips
And sometimes
If I coax and probe and push and press
And trace and lick and beg and butter and brag and try my every trick
Sometimes
Sometimes
The lovely hidden dark and deep
Will start to open and emerge
And a lovely little pearl will alight
Upon my wanting tongue
Of the land
“Oh, Look!”
I stand and watch your bubbling joy
At finding a mushroom emerging
From under the old and rotting log
While hiking the forgotten orchard
And I admit
It stirs me some
To watch you drop to your knees
And bending low
And breathing in
The earthy, musky offering
“This one looks like something familiar
Is it one that I can eat?”
Feigning innocence, I stammer
Oh yes, of course, yes indeed
And in that moment
You read my thoughts
A sly and wanton smile
Standing back up
Brushing off the dirt
And staring straight into my eye
You admit
“I wasn’t really talking about that mushroom”
