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
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Sea bars are great places
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Thry are indeed, Dan. Each with their own special mood.
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I do like a good title…that the pleasure of romantic musings followed in its wake the finest thing.
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Usually I end up with the title being the last thing written. Occasionally, like this one, it’s a phrase that becomes the title and leads to the poem. Glad you like it, Mike. Thank you.
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Such a sweet rhythm.
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Thank you, Leslie. 🙂
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Great imagery.
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Many thanks. 🙂
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Great post momus. Memories from romantic trysts by the sea 🙂
Just not the bits of sand you crunch on while looking lovingly into your ladies eyes. Takes a bit of the shine off it 😀
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I can live with the sandy bits in crevices as long as there’s sea! 🙂
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Beautiful, sultry and opalescent poetry.
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Thank you kindly, Diana. 🙂
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loved every romantic line – shellfish and I have always had a special relationship
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It’s mainly the sea I love but the associations that arise are all special.
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I meant to leave a message on this. I really liked the images your words evoke. I like finding shells, eating clams and oysters from shells and your words held meaning for me, Anne-Marie. 🙂
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