The Pearl and the Oyster

My gift on treasured shoulders lay Touch him, roll him, kiss his breast But know, you're not his first I too came to love this bit of shell This tiny structure, set upon my pink cushions, soft as day Together, we lay in watery depths, hidden within translucent light At first, its birth unwanted I tried to shed this growing thing In time, I came to know this silent child, held fast within me He grew in circlets, brightness in its unseeing eyes I shielded him from the outside world This thing, my own, my special orb Then one day a metal bite Fingers entered and felt my child A rip, a tear and then I lost My orphaned one, bound on knotted string His future lie, on slender necks Adorned by a lover's gift Now, I a tiny thing, a bit of shell Placed upon pink cushions, soft as day To wait and grow, until I too, can be touched And kissed upon a loved one's throat