Oysters    by  Yve Louis

(I do not speak of)
tender oysters
taken from the shell
on tiny forks

the sea's reaped
chill
against the lips

(I do not mention)
bits of grit
silted
between the teeth

or
lemon-tanged satin
that will slip
along the tongue

   (I ask only)
    hold..
just on the tip

© Yve Louis