Mabel A. Dilley
Seattle, WA, USA
Armed with a few remnant shards
brick-red, scarlet, lemon-yellow -
dog-eared pages from Abbott's book
for identification purposes
lured by promises of radial ribs,
water-filled nodes lying beached
in white sand where moon light catches
between rocky points, I capture you
on the Yucatan Peninsula.
Lyropecten nodosus Linne -
A shiver travels up my arm as I touch you.
The motion of lifting my arm makes my heart
beat faster and causes my mouth to water.
If I took the time to think about what
I was doing, I'd be embarrassed.
Thankfully, I consider it not.
The smell brings tears to my eyes and joy
to my heart, memories of wonderful
times and feelings of contentment.
My body quivering I touch you
with my tongue. Senses overloading,
unresisting, I slowly engulf you.
Crumbling as you send waves of pleasure
through me, the secret becomes me.
My focus, my life.
No other can take your place.
No other can satisfy me.
No other can nor will ever replace what I feel for...
I am spellbound beneath a Lion's Paw,
that most spectacular of scallops.
"I am not now that which I have been."