Like An Oyster

Like an oyster Left now only with a belt of pearls I peel and palm each lustering orb whilst whispering your names reverently, till the call of dawn and this…. after invading your , sometimes, sacred spaces , oh ! so brusquely but then again….. you , naturally, like an oyster, haloed and held my rough intrusion deep inside your quivering fibres and folds….. churning and turning the irritation into a tear-like pearl, or was it rather, after the ache , a pearl-like tear? And now……. with the night gelling around me a bounteous black pearl I think of you and your loose-limbed movements, dearly, and it eases like love, loneliness away . Truly…… you must be infused by the same enveloping force , that now majestically orients this silver orb, this pocked pearl….. in my zenith .