To My Mistress

With ravenous gaze I undressed her

– and my fervent hands did so.

Fervid fingers caressed the fullest flesh,

eager to rid her of the unwanted shell.

So insatiable I was for her to be in my mouth, and I carried

this burning desire for her – her meat, her juice,

but she laid dead on my tongue.

I nibbled, I sucked, I licked,

but to quenched me she was hard and still.

I could feed myself on half the sea,

but none would leave such ravishing taste as hers in my cavern.

I love you, dear shrimps:

garlic-marinated, grilled, boiled, I love you all. Please don’t go extinct.