If I Were an Oyster

I thought of this when I was steadily getting drunk and eating oysters in some cheap eatery by the sea. Oysters. Yum yum.

If I were an oyster,

Taciturn bivalve that I am

Then you would be the persistent gourmet

Palate cultured to tastes inane and bizarre.

For want of a better implement

Your hands would take precedence

In opening me

Much to my boundless consternation.

The fingers would pry

The knuckles would crack

And the shell is opened.

Yet I can only give you

The stuff of my meat

In exchange for

The moment when you take me in,

Letting me linger on the surface

Of your tongue

Before sliding me

Down, down,

Down.

Yes, I can only give you that

In place of a

Shining pearl

For all the splinters sticking out

Of the tips

Of your fingers.

Author's Note

Is it good? Is it bad? Should I have used crabs or squids instead of oysters? Tell me. :)

Reviews

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

Interesting ending, and very visual. I haven't had oysters in a while. Isn't it ironic how little meat is within an oyster, yet we go to such lengths to open it? Screw the shell splitting, eat the cow. Though I don't eat cows, but that's irrelevant. You've become one of my favorite writers on here, I'm in love with your work.

[Wunderlich]

Very well written. I especially love the opening lines and your mixture of simplistic, yet important lines, with ones that are chock full of imagery. And I think oysters work just fine :D

[Seracies]

I liked that it was about oysters.
I also liked the way you described it opening, it had a good real feel to it.