13/30 OYSTER LOVE

Love can be the tendril 

of a whisper;

soft, fragile, tender

as the flower

of an egg's embrace.

Sometimes love can sing

with passion,

sizzle like a slice

of swordfish

or a random drop

of water,

pshhh!

in a pot

of red hot
homemade 

coconut oil.

Sometimes love is wild

and scorpion pepper
hot enough to meld, weld 

metal to glowing metal.

And then there is a love that swells,

wells up and then subsides,

swells, wells up and then

subsides, swells, wells

up and then

subsides

like the magnet

of the moon

woos and weds the tides.

But the love that endures

is worth waiting, waiting,

waiting;

wading

an entire

ocean

to find

one

single

pearl.

©2013 by G Newton V Chance