Upon The Half Shell

we found love upon the half shell

salty kisses, blues and dry white wine

softest flesh and crisp bouquet, flow’red garlands

syncopated sways awash with brine

fuelled on sand and summer, stripped those oysters

gurgled to their laughter, overdosed

love upon the half shell, pearls and promise

in a seaside town where everybody goes

searching for their opalescent wishes

in dishes served quite raw with moody tunes

lucky ones find treasure on the half shell

in a bar beside the seashore at full moon