PEARL:

Tickled to precious life by sand´s errant & gritty fingers,

Disturbed, irritated, your waiting beauty patiently lingers,

Lying embedded in orgasmic, slimy & brined salted spume,

Your existence you owe to the tides of milky mother moon.

Itched within opal sperm of bivalve’s vulva tightly clenched,

Soon to be from mother´s shell, cruelly & unfairly wrenched,

To see this earthly light, then cast before the wealthy swine,

Teardrops of salted ocean´s eyes & worn by only rich divine.

You who have grown & formed, through itching & gritty hell,

You, from that moony lustrous & protecting clamping shell,

Welcome to pearly gates of heaven, the repentant & sorry pure,

Sat between the gems in crowns, of queens perfumed & demure.

While your mother is slipping between the rich & privilege lips,

You of nacred shell to knackered neck, in pristine beauty sadly sit,

From your irritated & painful birth to homaged & honoured place,

I hear in your silent cry, “I´m still alive, please stop & touch my face”.