Wet, black, invisible-shadow-sheer
from mulberry flavoured silk -

And he wanted his oysters served
on these black stockings with open violets -

And he wanted dry dry wine
with oysters on this invisible silk -

While outside, the hearts of Pacific waves
that never return to the sea -

And as he drinks, Pacific froth lingers on
salty on his cheeks and lips -

While the bridge breathes red and gold shadow silk
strong and steady silk: red, gold, red -

And as he slips oysters in his mouth
his lips turn gold: breathe red silk -

While outside, Pacific waves slap up, splashing 
legs, thighs, making wet these black stockings -

And he turns to the dry sheer dry wine,
a soft sip after each silky oyster -