Oysters, First Time

From a gravel bed of ice
milk-soft eyes stare
from socket shells
lemon-dressed ready
for splash of tabasco
or spoon of mignonette.
A dozen oysters to scoop
and swallow. You say
that first taste is like kissing
pillow-plump lips of sea.

And we laugh and I pretend
I know what you mean.

Paul Waring is a retired clinical psychologist who once designed menswear and was a singer/songwriter in Liverpool bands. In addition to Eunoia Review, Paul’s poems have been published by Prole, Algebra of Owls, Amaryllis, Atrium, Clear Poetry, Riggwelter, The Open MouseThree Drops from a Cauldron, and The Lampeter Review, and are forthcoming in The Ofi Press Magazine, Domestic Cherry, The High Window and Prole. His website: https://waringwords.wordpress.com.

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