Of the ocean

There is a hidden pearl 

Buried deep inside

A dark and lovely pair of lips

And sometimes

If I coax and probe and push and press

And trace and lick and beg and butter and brag and try my every trick

Sometimes

Sometimes 

The lovely hidden dark and deep 

Will start to open and emerge 

And a lovely little pearl will alight

Upon my wanting tongue

Of the land

“Oh, Look!”

I stand and watch your bubbling joy

At finding a mushroom emerging 

From under the old and rotting log

While hiking the forgotten orchard

And I admit

It stirs me some

To watch you drop to your knees

And bending low

And breathing in

The earthy, musky offering

“This one looks like something familiar

Is it one that I can eat?”

Feigning innocence, I stammer

Oh yes, of course, yes indeed

And in that moment 

You read my thoughts

A sly and wanton smile

Standing  back up

Brushing off the dirt

And staring straight into my eye

You admit

"I wasn’t really talking about that mushroom"