Follow me into the sea my dear. Like a couple of clams we’ll 
create precious things and be twice as happy together. 
Before being torn open by the greedy hand of man and
robbed of rich mother pearl.  

Stripped down to an unnatural state, the lining scraped away
from our milky white interior and formed into another 
tasteless piece of jewellery. A gift that now traces circles 
around the closed throat of a wealthy spouse as she spends 
her days making martinis alone inside an empty house. 

While the remains of what we once shared are dished up 
and served cold as one more extravagant meal that the
judging numbers of this love-starved womans bathroom 
scales would not possibly allow.

lucas