(In Honor of, and with Simultaneous Apologies to, Valentine’s Day)
From a temperate boudoir she comes,
fused with metamorphic rock.
You slaver to rasp slaty cleavage
with ravening tongue—
It might be gneiss
to possess such a hybrid.
whom I pried
from vinegar rest-bed,
for her “delicate, toothy texture”
and briny liqueur.
But sink this deeply into keratinized mind:
Being so caught up,
she has you shut in her
fickle flesh, adducted.
Inspired by Grammar Ghoul’s Chimera 66 #5 writing prompt. The prompt was oyster, and it probably helps to read the links I’ve provided above and here, unless you have a really good memory from high school biology on bivalves and other sea life (or, obviously, if you’re a marine biologist). Hope you enjoyed this innuendo-, entendre-, and pun-filled (semi-) writing departure; you might still have time to get yours done. The deadline is today (Friday), and there are great writers there already! Where are you?
MORE SOURCES & INSPIRATIONS:
On the Eastern oyster
W.B. Yeats, “Leda and the Swan”
And, finally, you might as well take a little trip back with gender-bending father Tiresias (who has “crossed the poles”); excuse the boring graphics–but the audio seems good except for clipping off the very end of the instrumental, which leads inexplicably into “Supper’s Ready” despite them being on different albums